Your shaking hands
Am I too fragile to touch,
Or are you so cold,
As your heart is a stone.
And I cannot feel my lips
Nor a single pulsing beat
Of my heart
But I can feel my veins
Like willow branches, hang
As if to try
To exit through my fingertips
And I know my mouth is not stitched
But how I beg to breathe
I know you can hear me spekaing
Please do not walk away
You are exactly what I need
Anyone
Anyone...
Oh, the good that it would do
If I could be understood
Word for precious word
The vibrations of my diaphragm
Along my aching vocal chords
To my throat and into words
No one seems to understand.
I am not a creep
I just dance in the rain
Instead of hiding away.
I find reasons to smile
Without ever having to give one.
Because no one ever asks
When there is confidence in your smile.
But I am all alone
No love to call my own
Knowing there is no one
Who understands at all
The meaning of true love.
Until I met a peculiar figurine
An angel made of glass.
But even so, I know she knows
How fragile and wonderful she is.
Beautiful porcelin doll
We both have our imperfections
I am unable to be understood
No one cares enough
To try to understand.
Afraid am I, as are you,
To be hurt and heartbroken.
But who would ever break
Such a beautiful arrangement
Of skeleton and blood
With skin made of fragile matter
That I am fearless to caress.
And I cannot believe that I
Have shown myself to you
The wreckage that is my body.
With my hands immersed
In the slowly crawling veins and vessels
Pulling away from my skin.
My eyes, electric brown
Undertone by black and red
A painted mask that drips slowly
Down my cheeks onto the floor.
My clothes are ripped and torn apart
But still they cover me just enough
Where I am barely decent.
My sore eyes take half a glance at you
As I notice something out of place
A small crack running up your arm
As you touch your hands to mine.
You are cold and soft
Come, and I will warm you
I fear to ever see you hurt
So thus,
I hold you in my arms
Forever.
And your heart still beats
In my gentle hands,
And I watch the cracks get larger,
As they do, my flesh begins to fall
Loosely to the floor.
And who are we to say a word
When you pull me to your lips
My voice, by you, is only heard.
Within a kiss, we evolve in such a way:
At my foot, there does lie my flesh and blood,
And at your own
The pieces of your broken glass.
Porcelain beauty of mine,
Here we stand
Skeletons and nothing more
You understand my life so well
And you could say the same,
And as I hold you in this warm embrace
I can tell by just your poisonous kiss
You know what true love really is.
So hold me tightly forevermore
Let not a thing come near to touch us
If anyone should try to compare
The love they have to what is ours
We will know them foolish
And without a doubt
No one holds a candle to us.
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