I would be your sword, if you would be my shield.
I would fight away your sorrows, if you protect me from myself.
If you would be my rose, I would be your water.
I would keep your roots alive, and show you how to thrive.
Without you, I would dissipate.
Eaten by the soil.
I would be the clock, if you would be my hands.
I'm stuck here in the past, and need you to move forward.
If you would be my kite, I would be your wind.
I'd take you to new heights.
Embracing every ounce of your beauty.
Showing you off to the world.
I guess it's nice to dream.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
I would be your sword, if you would be my shield.
I would fight away your sorrows, if you protect me from myself.
If you would be my rose, I would be your water.
I would keep your roots alive, and show you how to thrive.
Without you, I would dissipate.
Eaten by the soil.
I would be the clock, if you would be my hands.
I'm stuck here in the past, and need you to move forward.
If you would be my kite, I would be your wind.
I'd take you to new heights.
Embracing every ounce of your beauty.
Showing you off to the world.
I guess it's nice to dream.
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