Hands Fit Perfectly In Mine | Short Poem No. 7

Your hands fit perfectly in mine.

I’m so happy we’re us.

We fit together like two perfect hands,

Even though mine are much bigger than yours.

Hands fit perfectly

Sometimes I can’t wait to go home,

And do something “stupid” with you.

Like Watch our favorite TV.

Or eat something silly like

Hot dogs and pickles. We always love that.

If it’s a bad day, You’re an escape.

If it’s a bad day, you make it great.

It must be fate that we’re together

because your hands fit perfectly in mine.

Photo by freestocks.org on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, also check out “Dear love,” by ellie894, as well as my post “Love Hug Kiss.”

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Author: Jonathan Pines

I'm writing with all of life's saltiness, perfecting poetry in the process.

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