Hands


Hands , so loving and so deadly
We choose to measure a person by strength
But what is strength
It is not how hard you hit or how loud you scream
Instead it is the courage to be you
No matter what the cost
I stand on the shattered glass
Of the window that held the most beautiful view
But all you left are the ashes of the memories
That play in my mind like a broken record player
Of the suffocatingly painful
Yet beautiful life that you left behind
I remember your hands so small yet so perfect
I remember your eyes so blue I could drown in them
And I remember that day
Fingers intertwined
We stood together as if we owned the world
And for a moment we did
But now you're gone
And all I want is to see your smile one last time
And to take your hands in mine and say goodbye

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