Literature
Hold my hand?
I stretch my hand forward waiting for someone to grasp it,
Hoping they would bring me to the other side, where the air is fresh
And tears don't fall as often as they do, and I'm not alone.
My eyes can see the world, a better place, a happier place.
There'll still be pain but at least, there would be someone to share it,
Cause I've been waiting for so long, for someone to love, to understand, to accept.
Me as I am, and so we grasp each other's hands, to bring ourselves.
To a world where the two of us live, and that's what makes it better.
As long as I have that person to hold my hands, we can withstand anything.