domingo, novembro 11

you're safe

Come with me, 
Hand in hand or just give me your little finger,
I’ll hold on tight and with love.
This kind of affection floods our hearts with truths,
Scary, liberating truths.
Your smile is as gold,
So hard to find,
Hidden gem behind the fear of loving.
It denies both the joys and the reasons to dream,
But I’m still here.
I won’t leave.

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