Take my hand if you can stand the sweat.
I bet it’s not as bad as you think.
I shrink at the thought of your fingers no longer lingering in the cage of mine.
This clutch is it a sign that our hearts truly align?
I have spent years in the stage of pine.
Counting the days with marks.
Now where do we start?
Because I don’t ever want us to part.
There is an art to stitching fingers together
Do we have forever? I know I will never let go
We can skip through roses or destruction
I will make loving you my new profession
I want you to take my hand and start,
Because a long time ago you stole my heart