Old Hands, Still HeldA Poem by Not hereI fall in love with you everyday, every minute, in every way. The tears you cry, every lullaby, I will always be nearby. Hold me tight or push me away, I'll forever be here to stay. Say my name or just lend a smile, I'll put my arms around you awhile. This is the part when you don't sleep alone. This is the part where we feel the same. This is the part when I'll give my name. Sit with me and let's dream for now. Don't worry about when or how. Sit with me and give me your hand. Little moments no one has planned. Don't forget all the butterflies, tickle fights, and colorful skies. Don't forget all the dreams we see. Walk with me to eternity. This is the moment we're longing for. Curled up and in need no more. This is the moment we fall apart and come together with a perfect heart. If you cry, I'll kiss your tears, hold your hands. In many years, when we are old and always cold, I'll be the fire that you can hold. Let me sing you soft to bed. Let me kiss your perfect head. Let me fit you like a glove, and let me be the one you love. If you forget everything, if you misplace every ring, if you can no longer sing, let me be your tire swing. I don't have much I can give, but I can choose to always live and always try to make you cry so I can kiss your tears goodbye. I'll try to be the perfect guy :)
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