My Hand in Yours

My hand in yours, I panic

Can’t fall in love again

I just can’t have it

But your smile, your eyes, your hands so gentle

My hand in yours, I’m falling

Heavenly, from my castle

I built up walls, no one could pass them

But I heard you singing your song, enchanted by it, I leaned too far over the railing

My hand in yours, I listen

Your words fascinating, your soul gathered in gorgeous pieces

You also know pain, but your smile it doesn’t stain

My hand in yours, I understand

You’ve had a filled life, but not yet nearly full

You have a soul with many layers and many colours

My hand in yours, I can talk

You’ll listen, without judging

Asking the right questions, for you to understand, for me to bring my thoughts in order

Somehow you understand, medicine for my scarred soul

My hand in yours, hunger hits me

My heart was ripped out, didn’t know some of it was still left

Didn’t realise, the pieces still wished for a home

My hand in yours, I’m dying of thirst

But I’m craving for salt

Still thinking that love doesn’t hurt

Need to find water, before you do the killing

My hand in yours, what am I thinking?

Can’t have love, can’t be happy

I am chaos

I’ll break you more, than you’ll heal me

My hand in yours, I am delusional

Why can’t I see?

How can I let my heart know? How can I make it remember?

Love is a club and we are not a member

I pull my hand away, but it’s too late