Holding Hands Poem by Grant Lovell

Holding hands with our sins. Leaving our innocence behind. Running away from the truth. When we fight, you hit me, but I never react. Just making our innocence incinerate to ash. My sorrow descends to tears of blood. I try to comfort you, but slip away from our only warmth. As you turn away, my skin turns to leprosy. Never thought this could happen to us. I thought we could endure. We have so much purity. Appearently, we both have a different side we never express. As my heart and vibe for you is dismembered, I can only hope this is all a dead memory. Your eyes turn to evil lies and touch turns to hate. Please deliver our fate.