He held my hand
I could scream it to the world
He held my hand!
Well, technically not
For we were just comparing hand sizes
His, much larger than mine
Then again, whose isn't?
He marveled at the smallness of my hand
By comparing it to his own
It was so warm
I've never felt like this before
He thinks it's just innocence
That it's a cute joke
But I think
'He's holding my hand'
He drags me out of the classroom by my wrist
I can't stop grinning
He's still inspecting my hand as we walk
Through the busy hallways
All the way up to my locker
Where he finally lets go
I already miss his hand with mine
As he walks to his locker
He makes a joke about how small they are
And I can't help but giggle
Not because of the joke
But because
He held my hand
I'm still grinning to this day
He
Held
My
Hand!
nice voice - perfectly excited :) lol i knkow what that feels like: D keep writin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hands are meant to be held, ^_^ nice poem, so cute :)