You’ve come to my rescue many a time.
But not in the way you might think.
Yes, you do help me in the typical way.
Pulling me up before I sink.
But it’s all the small things you do for me.
The accidental things, that only I see.
That really mean the most to me.
Kind gestures with no intent or agenda.
It’s just who you are, my defender.
You see, the sweet things that you do and say.
They rescue me every day.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
You’ve come to my rescue many a time.
But not in the way you might think.
Yes, you do help me in the typical way.
Pulling me up before I sink.
But it’s all the small things you do for me.
The accidental things, that only I see.
That really mean the most to me.
Kind gestures with no intent or agenda.
It’s just who you are, my defender.
You see, the sweet things that you do and say.
They rescue me every day.
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