holding hands
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I won't say I'm in love.
I like your hair,
I won't say I'm in love.
I like how you don't want to catch my eyes,
I won't say I'm in love.
Eruptions, explosions, stars dying emitting their luminous lights that exasperate us.
A blanket wrapped around my heart; so warm and comforting.
Electricity surged from my finger tips to my toes; tense.
God give me a second chance
I’ve been dealt a hand that no man can understand
Falling in between the lines
Of is this truth or are there lies
I can’t help it
The hand I’ve dealt with
