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My hands are rough From doing bars Doing pull ups Putting chalk Wearing grips Constant contact with rough wood My hands have to be rough for my sport My hands are rough A sign of what I've been through Of how hard I work Of how much I push myself A sign of bravery and courage My hands are rough Blistered from holding on to people that have already cut me off Scarred from trying to piece my broken heart together Callouses from building on one sided relationships My hands are rough Something to be insecure about Something I keep to myself And I didn't really care Until you My hands are rough And I've been worried That no one would want to hold on to them That they'd be hurt by my hands That they aren't the hands they want to hold on to And so I warm my own hands My hands are rough But you choose to hold on to them Despite the blisters, cuts, and callouses I know it might not be the pair of best hands in the world And I'm sorry I can never give you those But I have never felt safer and more secure Than when your hands are interlocked with mine
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
Rough Hands
My hands are rough From doing bars Doing pull ups Putting chalk Wearing grips Constant contact with rough wood My hands have to be rough for my sport My hands are rough A sign of what I've been through Of how hard I work Of how much I push myself A sign of bravery and courage My hands are rough Blistered from holding on to people that have already cut me off Scarred from trying to piece my broken heart together Callouses from building on one sided relationships My hands are rough Something to be insecure about Something I keep to myself And I didn't really care Until you My hands are rough And I've been worried That no one would want to hold on to them That they'd be hurt by my hands That they aren't the hands they want to hold on to And so I warm my own hands My hands are rough But you choose to hold on to them Despite the blisters, cuts, and callouses I know it might not be the pair of best hands in the world And I'm sorry I can never give you those But I have never felt safer and more secure Than when your hands are interlocked with mine
thank you
gwen-pimentel
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
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