My palms are always sweaty
And when I think about it long enough
I can make them even sweatier (?)
I can\'t grab your hand
And slide it between mine
Without fear of denial
All the things I would have touched
If my hands weren\'t so damn nervous
I once smiled
As I traced your too big lips
With my too long fingers
That didn\'t really happen
Because my palms are too sweaty
The moisture created
from my over thinking
Makes my favorite pen
bleed bright red ink
All day I can see
On my too sweaty palms
The words I wrote
The things I touched
With my too sweaty palms