HANDS
Every time your hand holds mine,
It mends the storm inside my mind.
Every touch upon my cheek,
It'd make me go down and probably weak.
Every time you caress my hair,
It felt soft and gentle like a warm breeze of Air.
Every touch upon my lips,
Gave me goosebumps and a hopeful bliss.
Every time you tenderly stroked my hips,
It felt like the world around me slipped.
Every touch upon my neck,
Is like a chain that threatens to break.
Every time you told me your love,
It felt like the darkness came from above.
Every touch upon my spine,
Would twist my bones into one thin line.
Every time you would say goodbye,
I hoped for you to not die from inside.
Every touch upon my heart,
Made me feel hollow and falling apart.
I hope you are happy,
For in the end it’s not me.
Live your life peacefully,
For I’d fight to be free.