HOLDING HANDS
The things i've seen
what I should have done
the things I saw
I regret each one
I still stand here the only one
if I could talk the things i'd say
the tourchers I wittnesed each day
she takes her bright smile off her face
when no ones there to see her race
this isnt just any race
a race of pain the unracest race
she holds her own hand
quiet and alone
dreading when she must leave her sweet home
the others just dont understand
how it feels how it feels to hold your own hand.
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holding hands (poem)
Poetryif a wall could speech what would it tell you? well this is one walls poem about what it sees from the teenage girl that lives there.
