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Sep 2017
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.
Written by
Kaylee  Lost... somewhere
(Lost... somewhere)   
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