you've appointed yourself
my therapist;
you know i trust you,
i could tell you anything if i wanted to;
you're my rock,
my sky,
my never ending melody;
the song that writes itself,
you're the words on this
page,
you know my every confession—
it would be a sin to let you go
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 8:22 PM UTC
you've appointed yourself
my therapist;
you know i trust you,
i could tell you anything if i wanted to;
you're my rock,
my sky,
my never ending melody;
the song that writes itself,
you're the words on this
page,
you know my every confession—
it would be a sin to let you go
