Hand shaking
machine
I'm tangled up in you
your
claws -
your
cause
I've yet to
see your face
and I'm
doubtful
I ever will
people ask
for snippets
of
your hair
(and they
don't stop there)
furious
proposals are made
with wrong words
from frantic minds
and I'm
tangled up in you
hand
shaking machine,
hand-shaking
machine
your slender
arms
give away your malnourished self
but how you keep your hands so soft -
is
a mystery to me.
I don't
think I'll ever
let you go dear
hand shaking
machine.
I don't
think I'll ever find
another one
like you
hand shaking
machine,
I noticed
your painted fingers:
red-like
blood
also
the color of love
are
you in love with me
hand
shaking machine
your rhythmic
soft
hard
pumping grip
shows me how
great of a
hand shaking
machine
you are -
don't let
others find out
that you and
I
have become
a we
after our
tango
hand shaking
machine
the last
thing I need is
people speculating my
grip on
myself
let me kiss
your hand
let me kiss
you once
hand
shaking machine
this metal
tang seeping
through my
tongue
is malicious
in nature
but I
forgive you
I always
will
hand shaking
machine
listen I
won't let go of you
hand shaking
machine
please
don't let go of me
hand shaking
machine
don't let me
down darling
don't let me
down
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