These hands, calloused and worn,
they were never strong enough to stop you.
To hold you back from doing something stupid.
to stop you from harm.
These arms, thin and bruised,
they were wrapped around your waist.
To keep you from getting to distant.
to keep you forever.
These eyes, bloodshot and sunken,
have seen you at your best and worst.
Watched you create something beautiful.
and watched you destroy yourself.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC
These hands, calloused and worn,
they were never strong enough to stop you.
To hold you back from doing something stupid.
to stop you from harm.
These arms, thin and bruised,
they were wrapped around your waist.
To keep you from getting to distant.
to keep you forever.
These eyes, bloodshot and sunken,
have seen you at your best and worst.
Watched you create something beautiful.
and watched you destroy yourself.
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