You offered me your hand,
In fear I stepped away...
Who could ever truly want
An empty piece of clay?
And that's all I was...
Till your love shaped me.
Into a birdlike form,
Finally I was set free.
Except I wasn't.
So much held me down.
Not happy with so little
My smile turned to frown.
Everyday you reminded me
What made me who I am
And eventually I smiled again
As I started to understand:
Even if I shattered into a thousand pieces
Having you around will always be enough.
If love were to be considered a crime,
Is it one we are both guilty of.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
You offered me your hand,
In fear I stepped away...
Who could ever truly want
An empty piece of clay?
And that's all I was...
Till your love shaped me.
Into a birdlike form,
Finally I was set free.
Except I wasn't.
So much held me down.
Not happy with so little
My smile turned to frown.
Everyday you reminded me
What made me who I am
And eventually I smiled again
As I started to understand:
Even if I shattered into a thousand pieces
Having you around will always be enough.
If love were to be considered a crime,
Is it one we are both guilty of.
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