hold my hand,
and i'll hold yours.
listen to all
of the doors
as they close
and never open for us again
they dont understand
why i hold your hand.
not just because i love you
but because
there are so few
that truly knew
what you've been through.
i hold your fingers
tightly,
while your eyes linger
above me.
you watch as i admire
you dont realize
your look; i'd never tire.
but there is one thing.
and one thing only.
you see the beauty in me,
while i see the beauty in you.
but you still arent happy.
you still cant see
how beautiful you are
to me.
perfect eyes of blue.
even the way you chew.
your smile so bright.
the way squirrels
give you a fright.
your early morning hair.
the way you
are so unaware
of the way you hum
when you strum
your guitar.
what a musician you've become.
your one bright green bow tie.
and how you hate goodbyes.
your arms,
so gentle & inviting
are things i think about
when i'm writing.
so if i cant find the beauty in you,
why cant you do the same too?
i want you to heal.
i want you to recover.
i want just you and me
to discover the beauty in each other.
when you cry and say you want to die,
i dont scream,
i dont panic,
i hold you close
and tell you i love you
the most.
i say, "you are more beautiful
then you know.
so please,please, dont go."
a kiss goodnight
that promises
both he and i
will see the morning light.