Don't hold my hand
Because everytime you do
I feel somewhat attached to you
And the fact that you knew
What would make fall
Wasn't a surprise at all
Since it was a part of you
But then you left me alone,
Oh, what did you do?
But please, listen to me,
Even though there's not much to see
Just don't let me be
Can't you see, it's a catastrophe?
Please, hold my hand
Because everytime you do
I feel somewhat attached to you
It's a feeling I can't control
As my body's abandoned by soul
And the feeling of your hands holding mine
Is just probably a sign
Of what i should I keep in mind
Or I'll let my fate decide
What is left of me inside
And the feeling of emptiness,
Accompanied by loneliness
Is taken away by our touch,
And I don't mind that too much.
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Projections Of The Mind
Randompoems about love, life and other things alike written by me. inspired by the love, happiness, fear and pain. all from my head to paper to your screens. all originally original. it gets better over time.
