Something To Hold Poem by Nora Jones

Something To Hold



I see his face, in cold winds of my mind
like a sunkissed wound
He is every memory I wish to erase

The mans soft hands burn ropes in my breath
Tender sediments of pleasure grow under the callus of my chest
As i gasp for air I am taken back

This is not the love I wanted
Only the pain I needed to feel alive
So to my sweets I say good-bye

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