Those hands show the many years of continuous hardship, but with the beautiful struggle and time all is subdued.
This enduring hands tells story's that her mouth couldn't dear to utter, strong, brave was she for silently withstanding the ever tiring battles of life.
These hands are not mine, but they still need the same comforts and care that my own crave for.
Listen to the hands echoes, let them ring loudly into your ears, while her words can be seen through her delicate hands, she still remains quiet as the graves that she finds homely...
-Ethiiochick

As time fades,
we begin to evaporate with it,
leaving no pleasant aroma lingering in the mystical mist.
I want to enhance the memorable essences of forgotten,
for thee to deeply inhale and salvage through the delicate memories;
let thy indulgences be with what was, and not with what is...
-Ethiiochick

My palms ache for your delicate touch, they need you to gently whisper your love with your misunderstanding hands, teach them to love each and every inch of me; where this sinful act can be justified by our godly love.

-Ethiiochick