Penny for Your Thoughts

Your Hands

Your hands are pulling
My heart apart, then
Sowing it up again
Funny thing is
I'm falling to shreds
Sometimes wishing I was dead

Then your hands
Help me up
Strong yet gentle
You push me forward
And i stumble

But, I don't fall
I look behind me
And you're not there

I close my eyes
And take a beath
Your hands are on my shoulders

Encouraging me
To move a little bit further

-Meg

(A/n: sorry I haven't updated in a while, life's been a bitch, and I've had a major writers block. Oh, and thanks for over 400 reads, I really appreciate it)