that teddy bear that kept you company on rainy days. a friend that wouldnt speak but you felt like he listened. childhood memories start in with your arms around the things you love.
I’ve been held for such along time by my fears that I have lost track of summer, delight, love, happiness, friendship, and everything in the world a pink elephant would love
I love to be held … don’t you? There is such a closeness, such a dreamlike quality to being held. Not “held back” … that isn’t fun … just held. Brings a smile to my face.
a beer in his hand, cold, frothy, moist with condensation and regret… what have I done!!!??? Time is up, nothing but a bullet in the brain can wash away this sorrow, this filth, such a dastardly plot thick between the ears of a martian apostle.
in a persons arms, comforting, unwanted, claustrophobic, held back, held with love, wanted, pretended to be wanted, up high, showing everyone, hands together, maybe forever, wanting, love, everything you ever wanted, in their arms , together forever
Held… hold.. why to hold on, hold on to an idea, hold on to a memmorie, hold on to a situation, to a person…. sometimes you need to do the complete opposite, let go…
seated on a fold of the stitched balnket the boy stared at the hole where the window used to be – dust floated down onto his face – for three nights ths noise had persisted until now he hardly reacted – his father had not appeared today – did the town hold?
She held her newborn baby in her arms and wondered how the world could be so full of hate. How could countries be blood-stricken by war when such beautiful miracles were possible? For the first time in her life, the woman felt hope. Hope in the form of a boy, with tiny hands, tiny feet, and a large heart.
THE WAY MY FATHER TAKES PLACE IN MY HEART IS LIKE GOD HELD IT UNTIL HE TOOK REST FOR HIS DEPART. I LOVE THE WAY THIS WORD HELD IS GIVEN TO SHOW THE LOVE BETWEEN ME AND MY FATHER
i was held onto by the wonderful boy in the meadow. the meadow was filled with lucious green plants and beautiful flowers in the brightest of all colors. i wanted him to kiss me, but i knew it would only be a matter of time… i was this close and then…. I woke up. true love is hard to find
i love being held
i love being held tightly
i told Him yesterday ..
i wanted to be held close to His heart
my heart was being held by a stranger
now it’s held by God
i didnt fall because my heart was held by THE BEST!
I held myself because nobody else could. The elasticity of my skin, the foreignness of the texture, escaped me even in the moment of intimacy. We were together and I was alright.
Every time she hugged me goodbye, the longing to stay that close would linger in me for days after. Of course, now that she’s gone, I wish I would have just held on that much longer.
In a burning second the thought fluttered about in the air and preemptively flew into the light above the doorway, is if stating that the so-called light bulb, indicative of a new idea, was no more a truth than if you actually held, on each shoulder, a devil, who brought about bad actions, and an angel, who brought about good actions. Whatever idea that came to his mind, however important at the time of it’s birth, no longer held it’s weight in the larger scheme of things. He was left staring.
i held him close. i looked him in his eyes and saw his father in his nose, the curve of his lips, and the expression on his face. they say that upon looking in your newborn’s face you fall instantly in love. i cannot say definitively that i did. i held him close. i looked into his face for the love that i was to have for him, but all i saw was his curly black hair. i brushed it back to which he cooed and in that moment I fell in love.
You held my hand. It was nice. Your hand was bigger than mine. In fact, my entire hand wrapped around your pinky and I refused to let go. I still don’t want to let go, even though I have grown and my hand isn’t as small anymore. I know you think that one day I will, but I don’t think I ever will. You’ll always be my number one guy.
like Tracy Emin she thought she wanted sex and then got greedy, she wanted love, and to be held and to feel safe and cushioned from a hostile world for a spell, find sanctuary in a magical and sacred space and time
She held glass balls, tinkerbell shoes, rings that left green marks on her fingers. She held things that could break easily, things that held potential shattering in their atoms, things whose electrons spun in messy three-dimensional space. She thought
He held me in his arms. I felt safe, comfortable. There was no room for fear and discomfort.
To be held in his arms was what I yearned for when we were apart. I feel like forever, anything is possible as long as he holds me in his arms.
I’ve always wondered what it’d be like for you to just hold me. The way a girl lays on a guys chest while he strokes her hair; that kind of thing. I’ve always wondered what that would be like. Especially for you. I don’t know what it is about you but you make me feel safe. I just want that with you and no one else.
when the time comes i want to be held..i want to know that i am loved..the word held has notions of holding on to the past and sometimes that is not the best but you do learn so hold on to those memories and learn..
i held his hand as we walked down the road.
i couldn’t see what was around me.
the buildings and cars began to blur together.
he walked with such swiftness.
i didn’t want the moment to end.
i couldn’t understand why he didn’t notice.
it wasn’t because we were in danger that i was distracted.
his hand made me feel safe.
his hand made me fall in love.
Held. I don’t like the word held because it can imply someone did hold you but they no longer do. What happened? Where is this person who once held you. Did they hold you out of love…were you a captive…where is this person and why does this act no longer occur.
He held me in his arms and it was pure paradise. His arms are my home and nothing is comparable to being with him. I love him with all my heart, and i’m never going to let him go. He is my love, my Simba. He makes me happier than anything else in the world, and most of all he is MINE! It’s amazing to be in love.
That was the last thing I said to you, I think. You gave me the little watch like it was a precious treasure instead of a rusted heirloom, too busted up and worn to even sell to a pawn shop, and fled, gathering the folds of your coat to your body as you strode out into a white curtain of rain.
I want to be held one day. Held like I’m needed. Maybe I want to feel needed. I never thought I would feel that way, but I think I do now. Maybe it shows my maturity? Maybe it shows that I’m ready for something I wasn’t ready for before. Who knows. Only time will tell I guess.
he held me in his arms and it was pure paradise. his arms are my home and nothing is comparable to being with him. i love him with all my heart, and im never going to let him go. he is my love, my simba. he makes me happier than anything else in the world, and most of all he is MINE! Its amazing to be in love.
I remember the first time he held me in his arms. Not a hug, when he held me. I could sense the uncertainty and curiosity and vertigo in his arms. Overall, I could sense that he was happy. For once.
I wish you had held on a little tighter. Or maybe if I had let you go a little more we wouldn’t be here now. But we are, and I have no choice but to speak to you through letters you’ll never read and words you’ll never hear.
Can you define insanity for me? Performing the same act over and over while expecting a different result. Call me crazy but I want to give this one more try.
I have no words for an embrace. just being held tightly by the one you love. Just warmth and safety. Nothing can touch you besides the skin of your lover being held.
I remember the first time he held me in his arms. Not just a friendly hug. I could feel the curiosity and uncertainty and vertigo and the feeling that he was happy. For once.
she held me close, so close. it was like the world had stood still and the only thing that mattered were her eyes delving into the cavernous regions of my own. this life is so short, and moments like that are scary to even be thought to be let by, let go, and let adrift. it was at that moment where i truly felt alive.
I held a small duckling in my hands. All of our class sat outside with our legs spread out so our feet touched each others making a barrier so the ducklings could not pass. I remember those days and I was happy. The little ducklings in my hand. I held a life.
that teddy bear that kept you company on rainy days. a friend that wouldnt speak but you felt like he listened. childhood memories start in with your arms around the things you love.
I’ve been held for such along time by my fears that I have lost track of summer, delight, love, happiness, friendship, and everything in the world a pink elephant would love
I love to be held … don’t you? There is such a closeness, such a dreamlike quality to being held. Not “held back” … that isn’t fun … just held. Brings a smile to my face.
a beer in his hand, cold, frothy, moist with condensation and regret… what have I done!!!??? Time is up, nothing but a bullet in the brain can wash away this sorrow, this filth, such a dastardly plot thick between the ears of a martian apostle.
in a persons arms, comforting, unwanted, claustrophobic, held back, held with love, wanted, pretended to be wanted, up high, showing everyone, hands together, maybe forever, wanting, love, everything you ever wanted, in their arms , together forever
Held… hold.. why to hold on, hold on to an idea, hold on to a memmorie, hold on to a situation, to a person…. sometimes you need to do the complete opposite, let go…
seated on a fold of the stitched balnket the boy stared at the hole where the window used to be – dust floated down onto his face – for three nights ths noise had persisted until now he hardly reacted – his father had not appeared today – did the town hold?
She held her newborn baby in her arms and wondered how the world could be so full of hate. How could countries be blood-stricken by war when such beautiful miracles were possible? For the first time in her life, the woman felt hope. Hope in the form of a boy, with tiny hands, tiny feet, and a large heart.
THE WAY MY FATHER TAKES PLACE IN MY HEART IS LIKE GOD HELD IT UNTIL HE TOOK REST FOR HIS DEPART. I LOVE THE WAY THIS WORD HELD IS GIVEN TO SHOW THE LOVE BETWEEN ME AND MY FATHER
i was held onto by the wonderful boy in the meadow. the meadow was filled with lucious green plants and beautiful flowers in the brightest of all colors. i wanted him to kiss me, but i knew it would only be a matter of time… i was this close and then…. I woke up. true love is hard to find
i love being held
i love being held tightly
i told Him yesterday ..
i wanted to be held close to His heart
my heart was being held by a stranger
now it’s held by God
i didnt fall because my heart was held by THE BEST!
I held myself because nobody else could. The elasticity of my skin, the foreignness of the texture, escaped me even in the moment of intimacy. We were together and I was alright.
Every time she hugged me goodbye, the longing to stay that close would linger in me for days after. Of course, now that she’s gone, I wish I would have just held on that much longer.
In a burning second the thought fluttered about in the air and preemptively flew into the light above the doorway, is if stating that the so-called light bulb, indicative of a new idea, was no more a truth than if you actually held, on each shoulder, a devil, who brought about bad actions, and an angel, who brought about good actions. Whatever idea that came to his mind, however important at the time of it’s birth, no longer held it’s weight in the larger scheme of things. He was left staring.
He HELD her, when she didn’t need it, so that when he wasn’t there and she did, she would remember the feeling, and make it last forever..!
i held him close. i looked him in his eyes and saw his father in his nose, the curve of his lips, and the expression on his face. they say that upon looking in your newborn’s face you fall instantly in love. i cannot say definitively that i did. i held him close. i looked into his face for the love that i was to have for him, but all i saw was his curly black hair. i brushed it back to which he cooed and in that moment I fell in love.
You held my hand. It was nice. Your hand was bigger than mine. In fact, my entire hand wrapped around your pinky and I refused to let go. I still don’t want to let go, even though I have grown and my hand isn’t as small anymore. I know you think that one day I will, but I don’t think I ever will. You’ll always be my number one guy.
Happy Father’s Day.
like Tracy Emin she thought she wanted sex and then got greedy, she wanted love, and to be held and to feel safe and cushioned from a hostile world for a spell, find sanctuary in a magical and sacred space and time
She held glass balls, tinkerbell shoes, rings that left green marks on her fingers. She held things that could break easily, things that held potential shattering in their atoms, things whose electrons spun in messy three-dimensional space. She thought
He held me in his arms. I felt safe, comfortable. There was no room for fear and discomfort.
To be held in his arms was what I yearned for when we were apart. I feel like forever, anything is possible as long as he holds me in his arms.
I’ve always wondered what it’d be like for you to just hold me. The way a girl lays on a guys chest while he strokes her hair; that kind of thing. I’ve always wondered what that would be like. Especially for you. I don’t know what it is about you but you make me feel safe. I just want that with you and no one else.
I held his last thought in my mind, and caressed it with understanding.
The shores were far, but there was a lighthouse in sight.
when the time comes i want to be held..i want to know that i am loved..the word held has notions of holding on to the past and sometimes that is not the best but you do learn so hold on to those memories and learn..
i held his hand as we walked down the road.
i couldn’t see what was around me.
the buildings and cars began to blur together.
he walked with such swiftness.
i didn’t want the moment to end.
i couldn’t understand why he didn’t notice.
it wasn’t because we were in danger that i was distracted.
his hand made me feel safe.
his hand made me fall in love.
Held. I don’t like the word held because it can imply someone did hold you but they no longer do. What happened? Where is this person who once held you. Did they hold you out of love…were you a captive…where is this person and why does this act no longer occur.
He held me in his arms and it was pure paradise. His arms are my home and nothing is comparable to being with him. I love him with all my heart, and i’m never going to let him go. He is my love, my Simba. He makes me happier than anything else in the world, and most of all he is MINE! It’s amazing to be in love.
“I’ll hold it for you.”
That was the last thing I said to you, I think. You gave me the little watch like it was a precious treasure instead of a rusted heirloom, too busted up and worn to even sell to a pawn shop, and fled, gathering the folds of your coat to your body as you strode out into a white curtain of rain.
held. hold hands. being cold and someone being there to hold you. crying; holding for comfort. touch. feeling. emotion. love.
I want to be held one day. Held like I’m needed. Maybe I want to feel needed. I never thought I would feel that way, but I think I do now. Maybe it shows my maturity? Maybe it shows that I’m ready for something I wasn’t ready for before. Who knows. Only time will tell I guess.
he held me in his arms and it was pure paradise. his arms are my home and nothing is comparable to being with him. i love him with all my heart, and im never going to let him go. he is my love, my simba. he makes me happier than anything else in the world, and most of all he is MINE! Its amazing to be in love.
I remember the first time he held me in his arms. Not a hug, when he held me. I could sense the uncertainty and curiosity and vertigo in his arms. Overall, I could sense that he was happy. For once.
i used to hold you. not anymore bitch ;)
your loss, my gain. i no longer bear chains
I wish you had held on a little tighter. Or maybe if I had let you go a little more we wouldn’t be here now. But we are, and I have no choice but to speak to you through letters you’ll never read and words you’ll never hear.
Can you define insanity for me? Performing the same act over and over while expecting a different result. Call me crazy but I want to give this one more try.
I have no words for an embrace. just being held tightly by the one you love. Just warmth and safety. Nothing can touch you besides the skin of your lover being held.
Held, holding onto things. Things from the past, objects, memories, thoughts, hopes, dreams. An infinite possibility of holding anything.
I remember the first time he held me in his arms. Not just a friendly hug. I could feel the curiosity and uncertainty and vertigo and the feeling that he was happy. For once.
To hold something, something as precious as this in the palm of his hand… It was magical. He couldn’t… He couldn’t…
It was Surreal. There was nothing more amazing than the birth of life; than seeing your child come to life.
she held me close, so close. it was like the world had stood still and the only thing that mattered were her eyes delving into the cavernous regions of my own. this life is so short, and moments like that are scary to even be thought to be let by, let go, and let adrift. it was at that moment where i truly felt alive.
I held a small duckling in my hands. All of our class sat outside with our legs spread out so our feet touched each others making a barrier so the ducklings could not pass. I remember those days and I was happy. The little ducklings in my hand. I held a life.
She held on to me as long as she could. “Don’t go.” She spoke softly.
“But I must.” I squeezed her tight and let go. “There is no other way.”