in love with my hand
my hand
it tells of my most inner thoughts
often my heart beats a different emotion
but my emotions are kept in; hiding itself
my hand
looses those self oppressive chains
and lets my heart be known
because my mouth
my mouth is to scared to tell you face to face
so i write it down and words live in its place
my hand is wondering will its words ever be read
will these emotions be shared with another expressively dead
