Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, September 12, 2021

Singing..To Hold My Hand

 I've been running 

though my feet are still, 

can't make it past the 

rivers and the hills.


There are somethings 

that I just wanna say, 

but I don't think it matters

to the ending of the day. 


I thought I had it and

didn't wanna let go,

that something special

that gives us a glow.


You didn't believe

or understand, 

I just needed you 

to hold my hand.


 I've been running 

though my feet are still, 

can't make it past the 

rivers and the hills.



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