I'm more vulnerable
Than I'd like to be
While holding your hand
With my heart on my sleeve.
To reach out and grab it
Would be easy, it's true.
I could be yours
In a second or two.
No means of defense
With our fingers entwined,
Yet I've never seen hands
Fit so perfect in mine.
My instinct is pressing,
It whispers, "Let go..
If he takes your heart,
He takes all the control."
These are uncharted waters
I'm diving into.
But I think I'll be happy,
If I'm swimming with you.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
I'm more vulnerable
Than I'd like to be
While holding your hand
With my heart on my sleeve.
To reach out and grab it
Would be easy, it's true.
I could be yours
In a second or two.
No means of defense
With our fingers entwined,
Yet I've never seen hands
Fit so perfect in mine.
My instinct is pressing,
It whispers, "Let go..
If he takes your heart,
He takes all the control."
These are uncharted waters
I'm diving into.
But I think I'll be happy,
If I'm swimming with you.
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