Old Hands

I hold your wrinkled hands
Hands with power
Tales come back to memory
I hold your hand
To let you know I love you.

A tear escapes from my soul
My face smiles at you
My heart refuses to accept
You're slowly fading
Take me with you.

If I could only erase
The wrinkles on your heart
If I could take you on a walk
To show you my heart
Only if's are left now.

I hold your wrinkled hands.





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Quratulain said...
Jul. 12, 2013 at 1:00 pm
Lovely!It shows your beautiful heart<3
 
Florescente replied...
Jul. 15, 2013 at 11:18 pm
Aww thank you, I'll check out some of your work as soon as you post it(:
 
iMusicMonstrosity said...
Jul. 7, 2013 at 7:56 pm
This poem is truely beautiful, it made me tear up. ;)
 
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