Hands

Run your hands over my scars
This is who I am
Run your hands over my flaws
This is who I will be, who I was
Run your hands over my shackles
Run your eyes on what's left behind
Run your hands over my soul
that coldly burning blackened coal
Run your hands over my feet
dirt and dust from the road I retreat
Run your hands over my dreams
don't run away, please don't run again
Just run your hands over my hands
soft hands with a blacksmith's slag
Run your hands over my rose
all I can offer is thorns