We spend our lives looking
For a hand to hold
During scary movies
And roller coasters
And first days
And goodbyes
All hands feel differently
But you'll know the one you need
The hand that soothes burns
And ignites souls
The hand you can feel resting on your heart
When it is miles away
Hold that hand
You'd be foolish to let it go
I love poems that make me feel like shit at first only to cheer me up at the end and vice versa.
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DeleteThis was so sweet. Made me think of childhood friends who traverse the world only to recall that their lover has lived next door to they momma the whole time like love and basketball.
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