Hands
Give me your hand,
I want to see the world.
The colors, the lovers, the givers, the takers, the haters and all.
Hold my hand,
Hands hold memories.
Hands hold colors.
Hands held together form a fire like a fire that gives warmth to the lonely hearts on a cold winter night.
Did you feel it too when you held my hand for the first time? The warmth?
Holding your hand felt like a trip to The Louvre
And I have never been to The Louvre.
I think I have let you go but I still feel that warmth that tingles and stirs the feelings inside of me when I touch my face with the hand that held your hand.
My hand feels blood less it craves your hand,
Maybe that's the reason I haven't bled on paper for a long time,
It's cold in need of some warmth.
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