My poems

Hold True

As I walk barefoot on the sand.
With you holding my hand.
I look in my mind.
And try to find.
If this is a memory.
Or a dream I see.
You give my hand a squeeze.
As i feel the sea breeze.

There's not a cloud in the sky.
The eyes can't lie.
So this must be real.
This feeling I feel.
Inside of my chest.
It's simply the best.
And in this memory with you.
It's one I'll always hold true.