Woven Hands from Playing Card by Sol Goddard

Painless as you press it
Pressure as we caress it
I'm tired of gravitating
Towards the better anticipating

You grab my back and pull me back with your woven hands
Those fingertips are what are keeping me trapped
I love your touch, I hate your feel
Is it fake, or perhaps it's real
I wanna break free from your grasp
I'm in the real world 'til my last

Lights reflect on my face
Forever it rests on your case
I wish I could take you to my place
Alas, it's better things you chase

I scream so helplessly, but I know you can't detect me
I feel I could keep you safe from those who detest you
But you keep slipping between my fingers
And leaving sand within my wounds
The pain still lingers
Why can't I feel something true?

It doesn't really matter
Although it makes me sadder
Reflections that come from the lens
Are simply better than what I content

I'll reach for something greater
I'll reach for something greater
I'll reach for something greater
I'll reach for something greater
I'll reach for something greater
I'll reach for something greater

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