Grab my hand and ill pull on yours
Remember the beauty of the outside world wrapped in our hands?
How gracious the world seemed, with your hand in mine
I would watch the earth burn
And the seasons blaze on in a seeming chaotic glow
When your hand was in mine
I grasped that sword
While the screams of the past dripped down my fingers
And freedom was but the very thing blazing in our eyes
When your hand was in mine
That soft dandelion brushing against my lips-
Was the pure innocence in the shadow of night
And when your hand was in mine
I thought of God
How simple life was
When our hands are intertwined
its one of the first upbeat poems ive written in a while o.0