Your touch aroused me,
I thought you broke the mould.
But don’t think you’re Midas,
Because I turned to gold.
I stand on my own feet,
A woman strong and bold.
I don’t need a king,
Just a gentle hand to hold.
– kristin l. cook
Month: September 2016
Untouchable
You branded me with your love,
and burned me with your lies.
You made me blaze in hell,
and left me to die in flames.
Until I learned that I’m an angel,
with a spirit on fire.
–
kristin l. cook
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