My hands are so dry So dry that granite can stain them Dry like the grand canyons Crevices that run deep Dry from all the salty droplets that once fell upon them For hours that lonely night So dry that no life can stand within or upon them Dead and lifeless Emotions no longer flow Left empty Not even crying any longer
But you came to repair them With every touch you replenished them Filled them with life Lathered them with the lotion Nourished them with your love Healed them with your care You held my hand even after they no longer felt Even after I had given up All hope gone Left dead You brought me back up on my feet Filled my canyons with your love Your support Your care I couldn’t thank you more Be anymore thankful to have you then And now… I live in your hands
Your hands are the only thing to me Your hands are what brought meaning back in my life And I am still here because You still hold my hand
I randomly wrote stuff that came to mind... because my hands are dry...
i need lotion..
I want to make this thought into a true poem one day.