You have our story written in Braille all over your hands,
And honey, every time I run my fingers through yours,
I come across all the tender little words we once wrote.-When I hold your hand
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
Written in Braille
You have our story written in Braille all over your hands,
And honey, every time I run my fingers through yours,
I come across all the tender little words we once wrote.-When I hold your hand