Little Warnings Poem by Amy Carr

Little Warnings

Rating: 4.5


“Careful…”
he said
his finger
raised and gently
pointing at me,
as though he could
read my mind…

and after all this time
I still feel the sting
of what he meant.

But I know what I
saw in his eyes
as he spoke, that
moment when they softened,
and seemed to say
something else
as he leaned forward
to kiss me
with velvet lips.

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Amy Carr

Amy Carr

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