Weak
By LitOnFire
Stretched over my aching body are your firm hands that always reminds me, that not everyone is weak. When you look at me, how do I appear? I know I don't have that shining blonde hair or that beautiful voluptuous body. But I still ache. Do I not deserve those firm hands, that remind me that not everyone is weak? When I speak, you always seem to listen to my irrelevance as if my voice was the only sound making you wake in the morning. I know I'm no cup of tea, with that side of honey. But your my firm hands, stretched over my body, always reminding me that not everyone is weak.Written October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 11:02 PM PST love
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