When we hold hands
I feel the warmth dwelled in your palm
So I become warm too
I feel your pulse from your beating vein
So my heart starts to pump
Thus my blood begin to run
Do no drop my hand
Do I have to beg
If I want to be alive?
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
When we hold hands
I feel the warmth dwelled in your palm
So I become warm too
I feel your pulse from your beating vein
So my heart starts to pump
Thus my blood begin to run
Do no drop my hand
Do I have to beg
If I want to be alive?
