Holding Hands
He held my hand for the first time
I still remember the exact moment
The warmth in his hands
How he looked at me
The butterflies rising in my stomach
The smile I couldn't hide
My heart skipping a beat
My eyes getting lost in his
I always hated physical touch
But he made me realise
The beauty of holding hands
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Poetry
PoetryAll these poems are mostly about love, heartbreak, realisation, loss and trauma.
