Of worlds and dreams.

Oh. So I wrote this poem.
I don't really like it, but kinda. It shows how I feel though. Kinda. Haha

It is untitled, like everything I write. :) Titles are for losers.

In a circle of hands.
Hands surrounding.
Palms up, waiting, yearning.
Screaming, "Pick me, pick me."
One hand has a friendly face,
but chains and spikes lay on the wrists.
Another is full of color,
but the skin looks rough and fake.
One is naked and plain,
no smile, or frown.
The next is strong,
deep secrets throughout the palm.
One is hidden,
beneath a mask of tattoos.
Beside it, is a hand,
whose fingers curl with hunger.
Pick one. Risk it.
Go.

:)

Goodbye.
Spread the smiles.
I probably won't be posting for a week or maybe more.
I'm not really sure what my schedule is like yet... :)