(How) timid in your glance,
You ask like you do not know.
Voice telling me that you crave
What I thought was not so guarded.
Hiding from the worry, pressure, and fear
Like the ebb and flow
Within a woman standing bare
and vulnerable.
(Do) you know I see it in you too,
the very reason why you question
what lies behind these eyes.
You stand on this edge with me.
Dangerously near to transformation,
Where I'm washed away by your current.
Did I miss, did you foresee
Making this leap of faith.
(You) ask again, I smile
wrenched from my safety, trembling.
I grasp at some semblance of trust.
Braving utter ruination,
Cannot ignore the risk
But my core, but you
Lure me to the open air,
(Feel)ing for your arms.















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what sweet sorrow did not start with a pen?...oh all the stories left untold </3
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