My Hands are Lost

My hands are limp,
My brain is numb.
My hands are not quite sure what to do with themselves.
And neither are my emotions.
My hands feel lonely without your hands,
And my heart beats with the same lonelyness too.
Not exactly a sad beat,
But more of an I had a full heart for a day and now it's more empty than ever.
An I miss you and need to see you REALLY soon kind of beat.
My hands are lost without yours too hold,
And it's all because of a six hour drive of pure joy,
In which our hands never parted.
So thank you for one of the best things that ever hapend to me,
And I miss you more than ever.
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It's the cat

VT

18 years old

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