“Holding broken hands”
Hands,
They touch
They feel
They hold,
Hands love
Hands hate
Hands choose,
Mine choose to hold yours,
Knowing it wouldn't last forever
They squeezed,
As to be able to reach into your secrets and thoughts
To become you,
Hands intertwined,
While my feelings are tangled with the thought of you leaving again,
As your hand loosens
I know,
I know you're leaving again
And I know it will be the last time
My hands choose you,
I don't want to hold hands again.
-hadleyisdead
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Dior
This is amazing.
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