Hold My Hand
Hold my hand and say it all...
Through the interlocking fingers...
until I can feel everything spilled from the curve of our fingers.
When my palm feels cold, your hands are warming up...
The grip is tight, but not painful...
A second inside your grip makes me feel safe...
The grip is soft, but reinforcing...
A second inside your grasp allows me to go through all the obstacles...
I can feel everything from the grip of your hand...
Everything was spilled and centered on a grasp no more than a second...
If one day the grip fades, I know something is missing...
Something is no longer in place.
As if there is a fragile love...
Hold it tightly, so as not to run away.
hold my hand and make me understand not with words...
Until the love that is in the hold we have one soul...
Until we know, in that grip, we are in one destination.
and don't forget to follow me 
luv u all