You found me dangling by a breath,
on the edge of some unknown redemption.
I swore that I would never let my something old,
affect our something new.
And I know;
through those gentle brushes,
of strong hands against weak arms,
That you promise to hold me together,
when all signs pointed,
to me falling apart.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 9:36 AM UTC
You found me dangling by a breath,
on the edge of some unknown redemption.
I swore that I would never let my something old,
affect our something new.
And I know;
through those gentle brushes,
of strong hands against weak arms,
That you promise to hold me together,
when all signs pointed,
to me falling apart.
