Hands
I took your hand, but I didn't feel anything.
I was out that night, with my usual crowd.
You must have seen me come in.
You asked me to dance, but
I wasn't into it.
I didn't expect it.
You seem to like me a lot, but I don't
Like you past our friendship.
You said she's your type. Why don't you
Ask her to dance? Approach her.
I don't like her that way, so please,
Take her away.
Am I more approachable? Does she scare you?
Ask her to dance.
Her hands are small, like mine, but
Hers' felt cold, unlike my own.
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Maria Ayala
I started writing poetry at age 12. I am from San Diego, California. My birthday is on May 30th. Please contribute to my blog. I also create videos for the Tom Ellis Fan Page on facebook. Looking forward to watching Lucifer on Netflix!!
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