A touch that's like vines curling around a fence
Clinging on to the thing that gives them home
The warmth of your arm touching against mine
Warming me up during cold mornings on the bus
And when we go inside
I look at your face, and I smile
One morning you touch my shoulder
And I decide to pat your head
I touched your face and held my hand there
Feeling the warmth of your skin directly
Then I touched your hand
I couldn't see your face clearly
But I could tell you were happy
I want to hold you
I can't wait to see you again, my love
So I can look at your adorable face
And hear your voice
Maybe one day, I will hold your hand
Feel your touch and deeply embrace it
I can hold you and call you mine
And it will last longer than 2 seconds
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Time to Fly
PoetryTime to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetr...
