Hold my hand,
while I try to pull away,
from pain and crap,
wiping away my tears.
Hold my hand,
while I force a smile on my face.
While I push away,
each thought, each feeling.
Hold my hand,
While I cry rivers.
Hold my hand,
save me from drowning.
Hold my hand,
as I shut my eyes,
blocking out the horrible sight.
Hold my hand,
as I become blind.
Darkness embracing my eyes,
for nothing else ever did.
Hold my hands.
See if you can wipe away my tears.
Hold my hand,
See if you can hide my fears.
Hold my hands,
Stay.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poesie* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
