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Meghan Aug 2010
Give me your hand so that I can make you see
give me your hand, so that you may no longer have any doubt in me
give me your hand in confidence that all I want to do is give you my love and affection.

What I feel for you is no where near fiction, but true fact. My world is wrapped in the thought
sensation and being of you.
You. The man I least expected. You. The one who has put my life into perspective.
This "You" I speak of is the one who has opened my eyes, heart and many times...legs.
Give me your hand, heart mind, body and soul, so that I may know that this is not a dream
but is my true reality. I, the wonderer in the darkness of her own heart, has found the path and followed righteously.
Followed in search of what was on the other side, rather than turning away.
I found. I found this bliss, this unending kiss that comes to me in all forms at all times of my day.
From the simple hello, throughout the fight, back to the i love you. It's all a sultry kiss down my spine.
You see baby, what we have is something crazy and  yet very true.
We fight to make one another stronger, but not to tear down. We reassure one another with the pure and deep
looks, kiss and speech we share. They give us...us.

Give me your hand, so you may know that I am yours.
Give me your hand so that I may know that this new breeze of truth will never leave me hot and dry, but always cool and comfortable.
This is truth, this is love, this is us...This is our life.
Meghan A. Hewitt
Meghan Aug 2010
It’s that feeling of uncertainty that passes through your mind like wildfire. It’s nothing pleasant and you wish you could freeze it from spreading and getting more out of control but it’s unstoppable. It’s the thought of what if this isn’t it? It’s the heart and the mind argument that you wish you could control. The mind and heart aren’t meant to be at war…they’re meant to be in sync with one another, but due to the body and soul of us being such unsure creatures, we provoke a confusion that never needed to exist. When will we allow the pure flow of thought to shower our minds and hearts? When will we be able to step off the emotional rollercoaster that consumes us so harshly? It’s about letting go and letting it sift through our hands like sand. Loosen your grip…open your hands…allow your fingers to separate and let go of the very thing that has taken us over and caused the damaging war between need and want…let the fear go!
Meghan A. Hewitt

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