You held me like a handgrenade
Afraid that when you have to finally let go
All that we have built would turn to dust
But darling I will take the rains
I will clench myself tight
Letting every crease in my quivering hand be a memory
The rise in me knuckle become the mountains that we have scaled together
The dry skin falls like the bottles of wine that fill the river of our love
I will leave you with the castles we have build so you will have shelter
And I will find bliss every time I feel the tension on my fingers
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
You held me like a handgrenade
Afraid that when you have to finally let go
All that we have built would turn to dust
But darling I will take the rains
I will clench myself tight
Letting every crease in my quivering hand be a memory
The rise in me knuckle become the mountains that we have scaled together
The dry skin falls like the bottles of wine that fill the river of our love
I will leave you with the castles we have build so you will have shelter
And I will find bliss every time I feel the tension on my fingers
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