Your Universe

When our hands interlock, we share our

worlds, constellations, and stars.

our hopes, our dreams, and fears become one

When our hands interlock, our lives bind together.

Our unspoken thoughts and feelings gather

into one big mess that may seem unsorted, but

with your warmth by my side

and the brush of your skin against mine,

it seems undoubtedly,

most definitely

worth it.

 

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hussainkin

That  one person whose universe collides with yours simply by holding hands.

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