Soft hands

Soft Hands, gentle demands,
Your arms have always been my place to land.
Your eyes see me in a belief of who you wish I could be.
Within foolish eyes.
Without you I would be my own demise.
Dont you see youre my reason to breathe?
Promise me you wont leave.

Sadly that promise is no longer kept.
Each time I dont see you the more I fall.
I wish I have never loved you at all.
Your eyes I used as my hiding place.
Now with tears in my eyes I think to self
Your love I need to erase.

Within my sole you love so much is a turn girl
Who hates how you call her your angel and yet
You turn her wings into flame.
Im only I'm illusion in your painful game.