Hold on.

Hands can hold you tightly,
And hands can make you grow,
But hands that leave you broken
Are the hands that let you go.

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See through.

Give it nurture, hope it grows
Will it blossom? No-one knows
Nothing changes, somethings wrong
Maybe it’s been dead too long
Scoop it up, hold it tight
Pray it makes it through the night
And though in this we are engrossed
An empty heart is still a ghost

Poetic.

He tripped the light fantastic
But fell flat on his face
He soared into his highest dreams
But just got lost in space
He fell in love with everyone
Until they ran away
So he saved his love for another time
And locked it in a rainy day.