It's after midnight.
But
you can't sleep.
And we're safe and tucked away,
in the girls' dormitory.
And
I wanna hold your hand.
I wanna hold your hand.
I wanna hold your hand .
And they think you're dreaming of blankness.
It's after midnight.
But
we're rebellious.
And both on the top bunk,
secretively whispering.
And
I do hold your hand.
I do hold your hand.
I do hold your hand.
Palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
It's after midnight.
But
we don't sleep.
And the moonlight's on your lips,
your eyelashes and my hair
And
I can hold your hand.
I can hold your hand.
I can hold your hand.
What soft hopeful victory is this.
YOU ARE READING
Finding My Redemption
PoetrySo this is a collection of poetry that I've written. Some of it's very fantastical. Some of it is mythological. Some of it is domestic. There's not really one specific theme or style. They're not all about me and not all from my point of view. Most...