Take my hand right now.
Feel every crease from my wrist to my fingertips,
Feel my heart beat through my veins.
Take my hand please.
Please, I need your concern with the frailty of them,
With how small my nails became from bad habits.
Please, I need to know you're there.
Please, please, please, please, please.
I won't be able to move without your hand in mine.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
