Category : Poems

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Touch my hand,
 But leave my wounds there.
Darling, they will heal 
On their own after a while.  

Call me by name, 
Mix my blood with another name.
But if you ask me how I feel, 
I don't know if I can reveal
 All the secrets I have in mind. 

 My gaze is lost, 
My words are missing.
 My arms keep the hug cold,
 My lips are sticky. 

 Touch my hair, 
But leave my thoughts in my head.
Touch my hand,
 But leave my wounds over there.

I have pieces of old kisses,
 I have thoughts from my past and memories.
 I have cold sighs and old pictures on my retina,
Only my voice is warm, sincere and humble.