The spaces in between my fingers were made just for your hands
When intwined they fit together just like puzzles pieces
Your palm radiates warmth that flows into mine
The warmth that leaves me with that feeling of security
Then life continues and eventually you are forced to let go
Taking the warmth and security with you
Leaving me with a frosty feeling and loneliness
But there’s a glimmer of sanguinity because I know you will return to me
Restoring my peace of mind,
Giving back my feeling of security,
and
Completing me
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 9:23 AM UTC
The spaces in between my fingers were made just for your hands
When intwined they fit together just like puzzles pieces
Your palm radiates warmth that flows into mine
The warmth that leaves me with that feeling of security
Then life continues and eventually you are forced to let go
Taking the warmth and security with you
Leaving me with a frosty feeling and loneliness
But there’s a glimmer of sanguinity because I know you will return to me
Restoring my peace of mind,
Giving back my feeling of security,
and
Completing me
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