No one else was there at the studio
When I heard your footsteps
And a magical figure appeared
And I knew your name, just that
A common friend got us here
A common love, love for music
Music was what got us here, true
And it made you look at me, too
I never gave myself peace before
Before we first shaked hands
I knew you'd be a rollercoaster
And I knew I would be hopeless
Without my defenses up, I'm weak
Without enemies around, I'm me
A version of me I couldn't let you see
A version of me I wish I could be
Be careful with the hands you touch
A fragile moon is what you hold
A strong fighter is what you fear
Put your hands on me if you dare to
Break a home with a sledgehammer
But don't leave me to fix the damage
Be careful with the hands you touch
Be careful with your skin on my skin
I try to control my quaky hands
'Cause I know they can lead me to shit
I try to control my tremulant voice
'Cause I'm afraid of things that I think
And I know I rarely smile to people
Writers rarely feel comfortable
When they're around new people
And these people are brilliant as you
Every new friend is like trouble to me
Every new lesson is like a cliffside
I want to jump, but I always ask first
If there's a reason to jump then fall
I act polite so I won't break fences
I put politics in songs so I don't go
Go to a personal state of my mind
Go to a fragile state of my heart
Be careful with the hands you touch
A fragile moon is what you hold
A strong fighter is what you fear
Put your hands on me if you dare to
Break a home with a sledgehammer
But don't leave me to fix the damage
Be careful with the hands you touch
Be careful with your skin on my skin
I'm not easily sold to the sweet talkers
They work a lot before they reach me
That's if they ever reach my attention
That's if they ever break my fences
Their system dreams in total darkness
But my system works in full dreams
Expectations are for the innocent ones
And you're aware of my lucid living
I never ask newfound friends to run away
They get the message before I tell them
But you keep trying to reach my thoughts
You keep trying to understand my moves
And when your right hand reaches mine
When your fond smile reaches my mind
When your easy talk melts my thinking
That's when I know you've reached me
Be careful with the hands you touch
A fragile moon is what you hold
A strong fighter is what you fear
Put your hands on me if you dare to
Break a home with a sledgehammer
But don't leave me to fix the damage
Be careful with the hands you touch
Be careful with your skin on my skin
When your hands reach my hands
When your hands reach my hands
That's how I know you've reached me
That's how I know you—
YOU ARE READING
Aaron and Jack. | a poetry love story
PoetryA tale of two men named Aaron and Jack, who happen to be songwriters and happen to fall in love with each other during production for the same album. These are the love letters they wrote about each other, and together, too.
