Here I stand Empty hands Wishing my wrists were bleeding To stop the pain from the beatings There you stood Holding me… — FlyLeaf Copy Share Image
“We stood, holding each other's faces, memorising every last detail. I was deperate with my own need to capture this last, lingering… — Heather Anastasiu Copy Share Image
“With aggressive come-ons, at least you knew where you stood. Holding hands, you got - hopeful.” — Laura Florand Copy Share Image
