Is there a point where you wonder
are your hands too rough to hold?
Will no one want to grasp onto them?
Even as they bleed and crack from use
or the things considered disuses...
You want to feel...
Two hands...two bleeding...
two rough, too held.
It's not always the heart that breaks,
or a familiar spot where the heart is sealed.
But...you have to catch onto something...
even if it's with fragile strings
and sullied fingertips.
are your hands too rough to hold?
Will no one want to grasp onto them?
Even as they bleed and crack from use
or the things considered disuses...
You want to feel...
Two hands...two bleeding...
two rough, too held.
It's not always the heart that breaks,
or a familiar spot where the heart is sealed.
But...you have to catch onto something...
even if it's with fragile strings
and sullied fingertips.
