fingers.

Walking through a busy street at night alone

Feeling the cold breeze as people goes home

Walking with my hands swaying

Unconsciously I found myself feeling my fingers

Then I end up holding my other hand

I realized, I miss the feeling

The feeling of having someone who fits perfectly to your fingers

A hand that would always keep you warm

A hand that would never let go

The feeling of someone sliding his fingers to yours

No matter how long, it doesn’t matter

Even if sweat is all over your fingers

You don’t care, because with that you feel your worth

Holding my other hand didn’t give the same feeling

More so, it just add to the feeling I want to suppress

The feeling of needing love

The feeling of being in love

Posted by: Dianne Peña | 03-06-2008 | 04:03 PM
Posted in: Belles-Lettres