Sometimes we just want to hold it
because it warms us
we can't decide
it might be bad for us
When the air's whispers are warm and the moon refuses to entertain
we can't decide
it might be good for us
When the wind carries chills and the sun searches for its shadow
we take it
into ourselves
knowing the potential harm
wanting the promised help
Sometimes we just want to hold it
because it warms us
©Christopher F. Brown 2016
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
Sometimes we just want to hold it
because it warms us
we can't decide
it might be bad for us
When the air's whispers are warm and the moon refuses to entertain
we can't decide
it might be good for us
When the wind carries chills and the sun searches for its shadow
we take it
into ourselves
knowing the potential harm
wanting the promised help
Sometimes we just want to hold it
because it warms us
©Christopher F. Brown 2016
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