May 04
these tiny hands
made for
small things
that mean much
holding
hopes
and hearts
skipping hopscotch
across chalked lines
shaping
futures
thought lost in pasts
left dusty, receding
into low horizons
squeezing
water
from dry stone
solid grip bleeding
impossibility
pulling
light
out of darkness
strings pulling
knots around fingers
(to never forget)
pressing
promises
into tangled fingers
vows caught in
tight curves
these tiny hands
are (made for)
yours
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May 04
lying about how you feel someone doesnt make it any less true so keep that in mind next time you wanna shy away <3
