Unwashed Hands

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Falling in love is like washing your hands.

Not everyone does it, but everyone is expected to.

Sometimes it is natural, and you do it without realising;

And other times, your hands get so dirty that you are forced to wash them.

But what happens if they come out dirtier than before?

Making you feel as if you should have never have washed them in the first place.

Sometimes the water is too hot for you and it leaves your fingertips burning and your insides churning,

for you did not expect so much pain from so little water supply.

Sometimes people wash your hands for you, and you can feel their unwashed hands wash yours.

And that's how it begins.

You feel the water droplets trickle down your wrists and down the sink,

and you wonder how it will end.

  • Author: your love (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2018 11:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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