silent thoughts at 2:30 am

'i want so badly to touch
your face with my
trembling hands...
and
there are so many things
muddled up in my head
that are begging
me
to form words"

ac

Comments

nicole said…
Short but so powerful. Keep it up andrea - you write wonderful, thought provoking stuff!!
6:26 PM
Andrea Cracknell said…
i guess i find that sometimes the most powerful things can be said in less words - not always but sometimes!
8:08 PM
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