The Boy With Warm Hands

Gie

Some of us are so lonely that when people show a bit of interest and concern, we fall in love with them

How can we not fall in love with people who gave us something we desperately need—a bit of love and attention

How can we not want to hold someone’s warm hands when all we ever felt was the coldness of the night while our bones ache

How can we not want this person to love us whole when all we ever did our whole lives was rebuild broken walls from tiny pieces of ourselves scattered on the floor

You shine so bright while I’ve been stuck in this darkness and I can’t seem to find a way out

How can I not want to kiss you when you make me not want to kill myself.

  • Author: Gie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2023 15:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • David Wakeling

    This ia okay.Sadly when you ask questions in a poem you don't get any answers

  • Olaf Gatermann

    Very moving! Right from the heart!

    • Gie

      Thank you!

    • L. B. Mek

      (I find poetry is a wonderful tool
      for digging deep and enquiring
      about those parts of ourselves
      we seldom address..)
      warmth is always something we seek
      yet, we learn early
      nothing scars like a bad burn, that's why
      only the brave choose to love
      a wonderfully sincere and questing read
      thanks for sharing

      • Gie

        Thank you so much! I appreciate it a lot



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