My hand
Is like
My heart,
An empty,
Echoing space,
Lost once,
Or twice,
In the emotional,
relationship,
Rat-race,
Misguided education,
Learnt too soon,
To believe lies,
About the stars,
And reaching the moon,
Beaten down,
Wearily,
Carefully plotted
Mistakes,
Crafted in age-old
Limestone,
But now a new lesson-
My heart is not my own,
My hand is guided,
By this ferocious,
Crimson beast,
Won't be over-ridden,
A voice no longer muffled,
Left alone or hidden,
Now my hand, my heart,
Are eager to learn,
Ready for initiation
To feel passion burn,
In this new world,
My voice is fresh,
(Fighting off the stage-fright)
Now i'm calling to you,
Saying, I am not just any girl,
In my hand there is space,
Space for your fingers to curl.
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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@naaviie πππ I know- but it would be pretty awesome if it wasn't! (I do not wish you lose your hand, though β) π
@MelchiorJ13 ππ can you lose a real hand or have you watched too much Paralympics? If someone is holding your hand, it is in their possession, on loan?
@naaviie aww sounds like you got it bad to me girl! Must be something going around on ole Opuss! π
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