Are you looking for me?
Then we can look together
I believe that I am supposed to find myself
But where do I start looking?
Maybe you have an idea
Do you know where to look?
For I have lost my way
Could it be that you might know...
Do you know what I like to do?
Would I like to climb a mountain
or would I prefer to read a book?
Oh my I forgot
Once again I am lost
You have not got the answer
You were looking about for me
Shall you take my hand?
Do you mind to walk along?
I would rather have some company
Than to walk alone
I am lost enough as it is
Without directions we would go
But to be lost together
Is easier than to be
Your hands...Catch me as I start to fall,
Lifting me way up high,
I close my eyes, give you my all,
And let my heart fly.
These feelings build up in me,
Wanting to be freed,
My hands want to meet yours'
And quench this need.
Your hands...All over my body
They run,
Making me see
how loving can be fun.
All this teasing
All this feeling
I can't wait to fulfill
this want.
His eyes are dark
like a creamy chocolate,
but not milk chocolate,
this is the rich kind;
maybe a bit like how Dove would be
all swirled and melted in a bowl.
Or maybe they are more like
the kind eyes of a deer,
always so calm
and always so knowing.
It's interesting how eyes are like that,
so calm and knowing
when you are least expecting it.
And yet,
that doesn't seem to describe
why they are so different,
so unique.
Maybe it's how his eyes crinkle
right when he laughs;
not just the soft way
that comes with politeness,
but with more character
and true emotion.
Maybe that's why
his eyes are so special.
It's becaus
From body to soul and in between,
They blotch the parchment that is me;
I know of worse flaws I have seen,
But surely
I am flawed.
I sometimes lose my temper,
Use my mouth before my mind;
I ponder things I could do better,
And regret them for a time.
I can be harsh, I can be blunt,
I tend to hide my thoughts;
But this is far from what I want:
To be in someone's heart.
Comparisons are hard to make
Since we are all unique.
But half the time my words are fake;
The real me is a freak.
Regardless,
These flaws define me, describe me—
They make me what I am.
In that light, I'm proud to say that
I
am
flawed.
I Wanna Hold Your Hand by WritingxSQUIRRELxFTW, literature
Literature
I Wanna Hold Your Hand
"I wanna hold your hand...
I wanna hold your hand..."
These fingers of mine,
they have spaces between,
meant to be filled by yours'.
I can't wait 'til you get down
here,
Or up here, really.
I wanna hold you close,
I wanna never let you go,
I wanna kiss away the pain,
And make the hurt go away.
I wanna touch you,
feel you,
No, not like that.
I wanna hold your hand.
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