Feb 2011
My hand in yours
Your hand on mine.
The touch of your soft lips,
Touching mine, gently.
What a crazy time that one-night stand was,
It'd sure be great for the night to never end.
Sitting there with you.
Sitting here without you,
I've never wanted to cry in agony so bad..
If only you were here..
My life would be complete...
And we'd never leave..
Hand in hand.
Your hand on mine.
The touch of your soft lips,
Touching mine, gently.
What a crazy time that one-night stand was,
It'd sure be great for the night to never end.
Sitting there with you.
Sitting here without you,
I've never wanted to cry in agony so bad..
If only you were here..
My life would be complete...
And we'd never leave..
Hand in hand.
Before you even start tackling me with questions..
1:) I've never had a one-night stand, I've never held hands with anyone or kissed anyone.
2:) This is my poem, your imagination. You make up the character.
3:) Love or semi-love is not my BEST subject to write upon or on. If I write love poems, most of the time they are about my trouble. Which is all in the past.
4:) Hope you enjoyed it :)
1:) I've never had a one-night stand, I've never held hands with anyone or kissed anyone.
2:) This is my poem, your imagination. You make up the character.
3:) Love or semi-love is not my BEST subject to write upon or on. If I write love poems, most of the time they are about my trouble. Which is all in the past.
4:) Hope you enjoyed it :)
