Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

My hands can caress you,

 The way my hands can hit your skin.  

Sometimes I look like a saint, 

Sometimes I give everyone the impression 

That all the devils live inside me.
  The thought that I may be

 A stranger scares you, but sitting next to you,

 You don't want to hear some of my words,

 I don't want to know more about you...