The entangling of our fingers, forget the ball and glove, nothing better than feelings you bring, asphyxiated with pure love. Lovely fingers I desire caressing, next to the cardinal holds the band, in this life you get my all, with the world in my hands.
When away parts are missing, trying to except this half a chest, your appearance I need every minute, as I cope doing my best. As I cherish every second with you, your building a stronger man, to remember God gave me you, the world in my hands.
These hands are old and damaged, been through hell a couple of times, this enduring pain that they carry, erase from your beautiful shine. As you take my breath from your touch, your worlds biggest fan, as you hold me, I hope you feel.... the world in your hands.
He gives us tests and obstacles, wanting all our best, you give me breath and make me laugh, you fulfill this half a chest. Old and grey holding hands, so proud I never ran, you have perfected everything, giving me the world in my hands.
©kylelee
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