Handshakes Are Tougher Than Heartbreaks

July 19, 2012
By ReverentJoker GOLD, Glen Spey, New York
ReverentJoker GOLD, Glen Spey, New York
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I'll let my hands
Grow old
And they will wither
Before I
Hurt you again

The darkness in my
Deep in my chest
Comes and goes
Down on your face

I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to love you either
Call me your demon in the night
Before the storm

I'm sorry that I stole
I'm sorry that I wanted deeper
Deeper into a love that was
Never mine

I'm a thief beneath the
Moon and sky but the
Dark can't hide the lust that's
In my mind

And when you're sleeping
I'll take her hand and
Steal your dreaming

This will be a
Sign of my eternal


I will never touch
Another woman

That's for good

The fingers on my hand
Will grow old and wither
Break into tiny pieces and

If you can pardon the darkness in my
Heart that's growing deeper
I'll fight back the feelings in my demons
For you this time.

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