I don’t know my lover’s hand
She has both but I don’t know of any
I always hold out mine but it’s left out cold hanging
Am I not doing this right?
She talks about us fondly to her friends
The dirty deeds of our pastime
My quirks and hearty laugh
But I never fondle her hand
Are my hands cold?
I invited her to a wedding in the summer
That maybe then we could walk hand in hand
And that I can make an acquaintance
She said she would think about it
Are my words not clear?
In my eyes, my lover is 9/10
9 because she is not Ariana Grande I tell her
Maybe in the next lifetime she tells me
Can I hold your hand in this lifetime?
That for me would be 10/10