|Hold My Hand
Author: vitriolicvermilion PM
It's about time I got a little pride, so don't you dare let go of my hand.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Poetry - Words: 379 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 12-05-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2870700
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You asked me, are you scared?
And I said yes, I said, baby, I'm terrified.
But it's about time I got a little pride
So don't you dare let go of my hand.
Of course, it's not like I don't understand,
I just don't care what kind of look
That man over there on that bicycle gave us
The bible he's throwing has no need to save us
Cause I'm pretty sure god already forgave us
For being two kids head over heels for each other.
And for that matter, I don't care what kind of look
We got from that girl over there from my old school.
I know there's this unspoken rule
About what we're doing here,
Walking down the small-town street hand in hand,
How this is some sort of outlandish stand,
A statement of our political views
But frankly that was news
Cause see, I'm not thinking about right versus wrong
I'm thinking about when I'm gonna write you that song
I'm thinking about where I belong.
And I know.
I belong in your arms, I belong in your smile
I belong in your promises to stay for awhile.
I belong in your hopes and your dreams and your wishes
I belong in your eyes, in your love, in your kisses
I belong in your hands.
With you, I will make this so-called political stand.
I will ask, do you people understand?
This is the politics of love, the politics of you and me,
The politics of frankly I don't give a fuck if you disagree
The politics of people, can't you open up and see?
I've got this beautiful girl I want to give the world to
And the fact that I'm a girl too
is something that you can't see through?
And she's asking me, are you scared?
And I could've said no way, I could've lied,
But I said, baby, I'm terrified.
But it's about time I got some pride.
And it wasn't about taking some sort of stand,
But I said baby, don't you dare let go of my hand.