Everything started when my hands touched yours.
And I've done such sad things with my hands since then and I know you have too.
And I know we'll find light in smaller hands than ours one day soon.
And I hope our hands grow old in each others.
If not, then why have hands, at all.
Friday, February 14, 2014
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6 comments:
Beautiful. Thank you.
I want to go back and steal more kises
Before it all turner worse
so beautiful x
And I hope my hands will touch the hands of true love forever, divine true love is what I see.
This is so beautiful.
This is exactly how I feel about the father of my unborn child. I just wish I could say it.
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