Your touch is gentle
Yet, I tremble
You make me blush
But, the onrush of my past becomes equal
My mind outcasts your good intentions
Your charm could win masses
But, the harness of my fear provokes alarms
My mind is a dangerous weapon that I only use on myself
Which throws spears into my brain
Please, come in
Break down my walls
Make yourself at home
Take my pain away with your love
Drive through this rough terrain called life
Revive me
As I nose-dive into your love.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
Your touch is gentle
Yet, I tremble
You make me blush
But, the onrush of my past becomes equal
My mind outcasts your good intentions
Your charm could win masses
But, the harness of my fear provokes alarms
My mind is a dangerous weapon that I only use on myself
Which throws spears into my brain
Please, come in
Break down my walls
Make yourself at home
Take my pain away with your love
Drive through this rough terrain called life
Revive me
As I nose-dive into your love.
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