Finding My Redemption

A Blonde Girl and a Black-Haired Girl

It's after midnight.

But

you can't sleep.

And we're safe and tucked away,

in the girls' dormitory.

And

I wanna hold your hand.

I wanna hold your hand.

I wanna hold your hand .

And they think you're dreaming of blankness.

It's after midnight.

But

we're rebellious.

And both on the top bunk,

secretively whispering.

And

I do hold your hand.

I do hold your hand.

I do hold your hand.

Palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

It's after midnight.

But

we don't sleep.

And the moonlight's on your lips,

your eyelashes and my hair

And

I can hold your hand.

I can hold your hand.

I can hold your hand.

What soft hopeful victory is this.