Both Hands

Wala lang. :) I figured I've been writing too many poems about heartaches and unrequited feelings, blah, blah. So I went for something more...reciprocated(?) today. I'm kind of singing this in my head while writing it, but I'll probably just leave it like this. I'm so lazy to pick up my guitar these days. Though it's not as if anything amazing will come out if I did. LOL.

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The sand in the hourglass

is almost run out

and that's when you came to flip it

I laughed at the circumstance

who would have guessed

Love would come at the last minute

And I have never been

on this side before

I have never known

that stars could brighten some more

Now that I've seen it

I think I'll keep it

With both hands

as if it was water

Both hands 

as if it were sand

Both hands on your face

as if you were made out of glass

I've never held onto something

But this time I will with both hands

One foot out the door

In case of a heartbreak

I stand near the fire escape

At arm's length away

One hand enlaced with his

The other ready to run away

'Cause I've never been

a good enough reason

All that I've known

is that nobody's asked me to stay

But you came 

and held me

With both hands

as if I was water

Both hands 

as if I were sand

Both hands on my face

as if I was made out of glass

I've never held anyone's heart

But this time I will with both hands

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