Fantasy
Hold on to the hands I've never touched
Even if I hate you so much
Hold on to the eyes that sees my soul
Even if my heart is cold
Hold on to the lips that kissed many cheeks
Even if I'm drunk with my peers
Hold on to the ears that listened to my stories
Even if I lie and make up excuses
Hold on to the love of my life
Even when our relationship did not survive.
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.