Running with Scissors

According to Lizzie I have a gift with writing and I should share it. So here's a poem I wrote about Tim Burton's character Edward Scissorhands, so to all of you that know of him enjoy! To those of you that don't, well, enjoy it anyways.

Scissor Hands

They stare at me as a wandering stranger
They look at my hands and turn away
They fear for their lives and they cry
At the sight of my edged fingers

My hands have been made up of knives
Of scissors and razors they were formed
Meant to destroy all that I would hold
A curse that plagues me until this day

Then she walked out into the streets
She saw that people cowering nearby
Then she turned her head and stared at me
But unlike them she did not turn

Walking towards me, I was taken aback
She approaches without any fear at all
I stop my steps, I try to retreat
I cannot harm this delicate girl

Yet she approaches in a blissful calm
Her cheeks rosy and her eyes like stars
She gives me a smile, something I’ve never seen
And she greets me to my face

My words I cannot find, they’ve abandoned me so
I’m at a loss to her generous greeting
But she takes not my silence as an offense to her
Instead she continues to smile

She holds out her hands so that she can take mine
I pull mine back, so quickly away
But she will not let me shy away from her
She moves closer, those hands yet move towards me

She takes my bladed hands in her own
My fears are washed for she is not scathed
For the gentlest touch that one can give
Can never be harmed by the most dangerous things

I cannot cut her for our touch is so soft
Her hands are warm below my metal vice
She softens my hand, she softens my heart
And I close my hands around hers now

My hands are human, the edge is lost
It shall never come back, she promises me
All because she looked past the plain
And found me deep inside of my cage