- Claire Theis
I just wanna hold your hand,
Sitting in the pink sand
Before we see the sunset,
After the crowd dies down
Sit down with me, sit with me
“Just hold my hand”
At the party I see you
And when I see you my eyes glisten
And every time,
I get nervous
Because of the fact you are the one
The one I get so nervous for
I just wanna hold your hand
Before life takes over
In the Bahamas, the trees
Best dream of my life
To be here with you
Before life takes over
“Just hold my hand”
Things happened unplanned,
But back when I saw you by the sand
A spark helped me keep going
Through all of this
I was there with you
So distant,
Please come hold my hand
As time passes
Love suppresses
The return of broken grief
As it passes by,
My thoughts then subside
For someone in a day of need
I then had the courage
Without discouraging thought,
Talked to her briefly
She came in as swiftly as the leaves fell in coming winter
Seemed even more far away
Then a flash of love and awe struck me
To as I was coming home
For home is where the heart lives
...
"Hold Me" by Claire Theis.
Claire is a creative writer/poet interested in submitting poems. She is a college student in Oklahoma working on a bachelor’s in biology health science.
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- S. Hawn
More time. Less space.
More walking. Less rushing.
More reading and writing and snacking.
More chocolate. Less cheese.
More staying. Less going.
Less visiting and travelling and adventuring.
More Zooming. Less meeting.
More yoga. Less yoga.
More stress. Less stress.
More repetition. Less variation.
More time. Less time with friends.
Fewer interactions. Fewer distractions.
More wasted time.
More making. Less makeup.
More hair. More grey. More weight. Fewer thongs.
More board games and pet cuddles.
More music and mail.
More daylight.
More rest.
More money. Less money.
More ideas. Fewer excuses.
More creativity, positivity, authenticity.
More perspective. Less judgement.
More death. Fewer funerals.
The world goes on
More or less.
"More or Less" by S. Hawn.
From the other side of the window
The wind chimes are singing to you
Taunting you
Haunting you
With their melodies
Insistent
Persistent
Consistent
Until the wind dies
And they hang
Defeated
"From the other side of the window" by S. Hawn