your two hands they
create stories and pictures
and plans they take
forms and shapes very
close to my face they
sculpt our future and
later blame it on fate
they hold my chin and
they hold my waist and
stroke my hair they
play with my fingers
my skin and flesh but
my two hands they
are cold and lax they
only know how to
hold your hands
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
your two hands they
create stories and pictures
and plans they take
forms and shapes very
close to my face they
sculpt our future and
later blame it on fate
they hold my chin and
they hold my waist and
stroke my hair they
play with my fingers
my skin and flesh but
my two hands they
are cold and lax they
only know how to
hold your hands
