Chances
I gave a million of them
To a boy with pale green eyes
And fingertips like silk
Silk that within time felt sharp
Like a knife
Gliding against my skin
-C.M
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Chances
I gave a million of them
To a boy with pale green eyes
And fingertips like silk
Silk that within time felt sharp
Like a knife
Gliding against my skin
-C.M
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I suppose that in some way, we all play with knives. It’s a thrilling sensation, teetering at the edge of pleasure and pain. I really dug this piece and I thank you for sharing!
Point taken (pun intended).
Enjoyed the wordplay.
Nicely penned, my friend!