rachael richmond

Butter

i am butter in your hands

you only have to touch me
and i melt

your hands glide, slide
but inside i don't want this
i am swimming against the tide

i need cool
not you
such a fool am i

i hate being butter in your hands
i hate you
for the power you have over me

i hate you
i love you
i need you
but i don't want you

Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 22, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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  • Stephen MagillStephen Magill (5/23/2009 1:18:00 PM)

    great writing...... its not the power, its the rest of the world being inconvient.everyone loves being melted.

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  • Sandra Fowler (7/22/2007 8:38:00 AM)

    A very genuine, heartfelt write. You are not afraid to give yourself away in words.
    Fine work, rachael.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra

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