Your days are numbered, so I hold you close
and I cry, I cry for you.
Within the warmth of you hands,
You hold me tighter, and I cry more.
You say you will be with me forever,
and I cry, In the warmth of your arms.
You continue to whisper, as I cry.
but in your arms, I feel better.
My parents say you have to leave, it's getting late.
and I cry, I cry because I'm now cold.
but I know you'll be back soon, tears still come
In the cold of my room
I wait for you to return again.
to be held within the warmth of you hands
but where are you?
You said you'd be back, to hold me again
You said you would be here forever
There is no warmth around me
and I cry, I cry because your never coming back.
The warmth of your hands is now turned to ice
A contest entry
- Within The Warmth of Your Hands by LilyRose.
375 points, ended February 13, 17 entries
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Comments
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The warmth of your heart is felt with every word you have written. The longing draws the reader in and whispers tears of the soul...but, oh how many of us rarely write such poetry addressing life and love we encounter as you have written...thank you
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