hand
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The difference between a hug and a homicide is intentions. Like handshakes and broken wrists or fist bumps and fist fights. If the right intentions are there anything can happen.
My heart flowed to your hand
As easy and as seamlessly
As the quilts my grandma used to make.
A sky abound with Sun untoldClouds and tears of ages old,A curl of childs hand upraisedTo skies unbound, the Moon unfold.
Most of the time, I am on one of my devices. Either writing or playing games. I frequently play on a mobile device and type on a desktop computer. I sometimes try to draw, although I'm not very good at it.
He holds onto me
Even when I loosen my hold on Him
He holds onto me
Even when I feel I'm letting go
My hand's sweaty with fear
Worn with temptations
Disjointed with pride
All I need
is a hand to hold.
Teach me how to be bold
I do not need to be told,
I need to be shown
not by diagrams and charts
but by the careing of someones heart.
in white she was to be in
in a different place
eighteen of the ninth
month it was to be
white as an angel she was
having papers of white
time took its time
Listen to the sound
Of the whisper of angels
As they sing the angels song
Happy are they
On wings of love they fly
Spread upon the sky
With colors of array
They do sway
I held a bird in my hand
Palms cupped together
Fingers interlaced
While he shivered
Heart beating faster
Almost throbbing
As instinct fought to free him
From the cage
When at a door a common thing
Is to knock your hand on that door.
But is that door meant to be knocked on?
Is your hand meant to knock?
Or is your hand meant to build that door
I make a guess from this heart in my chest that he looked like the the night put to rest.
He had his hood thrown over his head as it hid the blood-red shed of tears.
Yes he'd been misled but instead he just looked ahead.
Even when you feel weak, to me you are strong
To lay next to anyone else and breathe in their air
Would feel asphyxiatingly wrong
