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Farsolatido Apr 2020

Flashing light of across the street,
We walk together to the street,
Step by step,
We matching our steps walking together,
Side by side,
Holding each other hand to warm our self,

The tingles of my heart makes me blush,
To see us through our shadow,
We laugh with our own world,
Such lovely scenery to us both,

You can walk me home,
All the way home,
Don't try to anyone else,
Just be yourself.


Aquila Mar 2020
When our hands' touch
i feel electricity
run through my veins
like vines turned to ash



and then you pull away
and then you pull away
and then you pull away
ugh
Dylan McFadden Feb 2020
O, son,
Whom I now hold in my arms,
Though I, from head to toe,
Am a broken man...

...I pray, only,
That you will find embrace
In the Arms
Holding me

.
For my son
Mrs Timetable Feb 2020
My hand was so skinny
Yours strong and gentle
We connected them together
So nervous to touch
We were the observatory
The new couple
How did we look?
I felt safe
Yours so warm
A mans hands I never held
In this way for love
I still grab these hands
When I feel sad and or glad
Always to feel safe
Even to calm my cries
Or my pains
There to heal me
Make me know everything’s ok
They are so smart
They teach
They write
But best of all they hold me
And they said “I do” and
They most certainly do
Thank you for having two
First time we held hands I remember like yesterday. It was at an Observatory
memoona kazmi Dec 2019
Us
As the crimson red colour fades
As the last ray of sun dies
I fetch myself out
Run toward the roads
Sieve the sand of my fortune
To if there exist a single line
Line of your laughter and smile
Holding my hands in your own
To see if there still exists
The last possibility
For you and me
As us......
Colm Dec 2019
When you first meet someone
And they meet you
Looking to see all within
A vacuum is created
Your first touch a new universe found
With colorful smoke inhaled, contained
And your newfound faith and willingness to be
Exceeds anything felt before that first breath shared
Before and after
We and me
The vacuum is the desire to know what they think
What they breathe
Getting to know something is like this
Holding Your Every Breathing Breath
Noah Oct 2019
The one time someone held my hand
I had lost my glasses and
she took mine in hers
and
she led me down the stairs to find them
so i lost my glasses at the summer camp i went to and a pair were found in the office downstairs and because i couldn't see anything a girl helped me get downstairs
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