My heart yearns for you
Aching with the solemnity
Of loneliness
As my fingers reach out to caress
Your soft frame
Yet all I can feel
Are the empty sheets
And dusty pillow
On the side of the bed
Where you used to lay
And I can’t help but wonder
If my hands will ever stop
Searching for you
But I have yet to discover
Whether that is either
A blessing or a
Curse
Tag: hands
New Beginnings
We are all dying
Shedding and decomposing
As the worlds spins on
Unforgiving
And you and I
And our broken hands
We have yet to mend
Hold on for dear life
For although we want to die
Life has only just begun
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