Your hands didn't fit mine perfectly;
My arms were a little too long compared to yours.
That when we walked,
Hand in hand,
Someone always had
To reach out for the other
My palms were always sweaty;
At any time of the day.
That before we walked,
Hand in hand,
I always had to wipe
The sweat off my palm
Yet we always walked,
Hand in hand.
Despite how uncomfortable it is;
We walked,
Stood,
And sat,
Hand in hand.
It's not like us, holding hands, was any different
From us, being together.
You come from your own world,
I come from mine.
We like different things.
Our personalities are always crashing.
But somehow,
Despite all the signs that tell us
We're not supposed to be
Our souls held each other
Hand in hand
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 4:31 AM UTC
Your hands didn't fit mine perfectly;
My arms were a little too long compared to yours.
That when we walked,
Hand in hand,
Someone always had
To reach out for the other
My palms were always sweaty;
At any time of the day.
That before we walked,
Hand in hand,
I always had to wipe
The sweat off my palm
Yet we always walked,
Hand in hand.
Despite how uncomfortable it is;
We walked,
Stood,
And sat,
Hand in hand.
It's not like us, holding hands, was any different
From us, being together.
You come from your own world,
I come from mine.
We like different things.
Our personalities are always crashing.
But somehow,
Despite all the signs that tell us
We're not supposed to be
Our souls held each other
Hand in hand
