Warm Shoulder

Whose hands are gentler than his

And whose poison is softer?

Who laughs and never weeps

And who smiles hereafter?

He softened reality and made it real

Since I can't remember, I guess it didn't hurt

And he drew away all that I would fear

All that he was doing was worth.

He'd been so lonely before I came

I guess I was so too, yet he won't know

And I guess he still is, but he won't say

It won't hurt him if I don't show.

As I live in the future, my doubts are just fine

And my hopes are still honest, so it is to see

I can't remember however the last time

I proved wrong, and so wrong only I could be!

But I'm fine; though that day we'll meet

It'll never be, ever, (I guess it won't)

Made me see clearly what it was cracked up to be,

And it truly justified his warmth.

Can this be love that I feel?

I persuaded myself that way,

So this must be how to love - but it's not real!

Yet how can I possibly kiss it away?!