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