I hope you know that I'll always hold you;
always catch you when you fall.
You're so strong, with your proud chin hoisted upwards.
No one would ever see the slouch in your shoulders,
unless you wanted them to.
The tiredness of your eyes;
deep purple smudges on your eyelids.
Your smile may settle in a delightful curve
but it doesn't set in your eyes like the sun.
I will catch you, I promise;
If you should choose to fall, do not be wary.
You won't hit the hard ground, the cold earth.
But you will hit my arms.
And you can just rest there.
Rest there, my dear.
And don't worry about anything.
You don't have to speak;
I will listen to the way your voice sounds,
sincere or not;
I will catch you, darling.
If you should ever fall.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
I hope you know that I'll always hold you;
always catch you when you fall.
You're so strong, with your proud chin hoisted upwards.
No one would ever see the slouch in your shoulders,
unless you wanted them to.
The tiredness of your eyes;
deep purple smudges on your eyelids.
Your smile may settle in a delightful curve
but it doesn't set in your eyes like the sun.
I will catch you, I promise;
If you should choose to fall, do not be wary.
You won't hit the hard ground, the cold earth.
But you will hit my arms.
And you can just rest there.
Rest there, my dear.
And don't worry about anything.
You don't have to speak;
I will listen to the way your voice sounds,
sincere or not;
I will catch you, darling.
If you should ever fall.
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