Hands
Hands everywhere
Of all different sizes and colors

Each one
Goes into another perfectly
Its what they were meant for

While many have another other hand
One they can hold onto
Not me
Im stuck without

Feeling like a little child
Wanting to hold mommy's hand
And never let go
Except its not mommy's that I want
Its hers

I want it so bad
But am no closer to having it
Then when I first met her

Sitting here
Stuck between wanting to be with her
And finding it hard to talk to her

My whole life I've struggled with
Being able to express my emotions
So I do the only thing
I know
              And write