an innocence maybe
her fingertips curl
his hand like a baby
she takes on the world
her soft pretty make up
she believes love commands
stands behind pretty seen
when she’s holding his hand
he can see someone missing
feel forgotten and sad
he can need her to feed him
face to face with his dad
she’s got eyes to her thigh’s
made to call any man
but to me she’s made golden
by holding his hand ©
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