My Hand Poem by Erica German

My Hand



my hand holds you hand tight
my hand gets a hold of your hand and carries it all night
my hand wishes you were apart of me
my hand never wants to be free


my hand will always be with you
trust me it is very true
my hand will reach for yours
my hand will help you pour

my hand will be with you forever and always
your hand is something my hand craves
my hand pats you on the back
to let you know i will never crack

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