Hold me
tighter than you’ve ever held anyone,
so hard that your arms fall asleep.
When that happens, wrap me tighter still.
Hold me
like our lives depend on it,
like our love depends on it,
like you’re going to miss me if I walk away.
Hold me
as though you’re afraid to lose me.
Hold me
like you mean it.
Please,
please
just
hold me.
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The Yellow Brick Ave 
Such a gorgeous and vulnerable poem. I love the calling in hold me, it’s an honest plea and an intimate embrace with love. Beautifully written.
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Aw, thank you!
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logic dictates that
we merely pass in the day
as is the way
later the night
might make things right
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The days may leave me lonely
Wish night comes fast, if only…
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wish is a kiss and mist of a must. thus it is so imperative aint it?
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And so it is as we stand face to face
eye to eye.
Imperative to be heard, to be seen,
to feel alive.
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Brilliant 👍🖤
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Thank you!
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You’re most welcome 🖤
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I will hold you as long as you let me,
Then my hug that holds you comfortable,
Let it be a reminder that the heart won’t ignore love forever.
Very beautiful and I love it!
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