Possessive Hands, Possessive Heart

Posted by Otto Robba on Oct 24, 2009 in Poetry | 0 comments

I’ve got the words to say it all…
But words can’t break my fall.
The places I once knew,
hold secrets I’ll never spill.

Tiny words with big meanings
Ends are just new beginnings
Oh how I wish you could see
The potential in you and me.