Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Chocolate Hands
There is chocolate smeared on my hands,
Melted and sticky.
Not long ago I held a heart.
You gave it to me, showing your love,
Love we once shared.
I held it close to me and cried.
Now all I have is this,
Chocolate smeared on my hands.
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