Give me something I can hold on to
When my entire world is turning upside down.
You don’t owe me anything
But give me anyway.
.
Let’s not pretend we know each other
Now, when I need someone who understands…
Just be there for me
Like strangers sometimes are.
.
When I stop shaking and let you go
You can run away relieved
You may never look back
And I will understand:
.
You hate to be tied down.
We don’t know each other, and that’s fine
Just give me your hand
I won’t keep it for ever.
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Posted by ina on July 31, 2010 at 14:40
vad ca ai abandonat de tot blogu asta
Posted by Anonymous on July 31, 2010 at 14:39
vad ca ai abandonat de tot blogu-ti.
Posted by ina on July 21, 2010 at 05:33
s-a facut o luna
Posted by slpmartin on June 22, 2010 at 00:32
A sad and beautiful poem…but I am a romantic and believe everyone should have a hand to hold on to through thick and thin…a hand to touch when morning light wakes you for no reason…a fine poem you’ve given us.
Posted by Diana on June 23, 2010 at 07:05
Thank you! I am humbled by your appreciation. I don’t want to be a cynic, but unfortunately most people don’t have that hand to hold. This is what makes the poem even sadder, I think.