Hold On Tight to the End

Hold On Tight to the End

I felt the wind tear at my hands,

the world pulling me in all directions,

your eyes like lighthouses in the dark,

guiding me through roads I feared to cross.

Every step was fire beneath my feet,

every breath a scream I held in,

yet your heartbeat wrapped around mine,

steady, relentless, refusing the fall.

I whispered promises we could not keep,

words heavy with fear and fragile hope,

our shadows danced across crumbling walls,

threatened by the night, yet unbroken.

Even when silence pressed against my chest,

I could feel you there,

your presence a stubborn flame,

illuminating every doubt I carried inside.

I traced the lines of your face,

memorized every crease and scar,

was in that quiet, desperate moment,

I held on tight, as if life itself depended on it.

The storm raged outside, merciless,

but inside, our hands refused to part,

our souls locked in a fight against time,

against the world, against everything.

When the night threatened to end us,

I found you still unwavering,

our hearts bruised yet burning,

I knew I would never let go.

Through every fear, every tremor,

I held on tight to the end,

because in your eyes,

I had found the home I could not lose.