You unfold my pages softly,
carefully not to tear them up
to pieces that can never be combine.
So if my name suddenly disappear,
if the lights suddenly fade,
if I'm no longer useable,
if my demons suddenly reappear,
would you still take my hands?
would you still hold it tight?
would you still give me your time?
would you still consider to be mine?
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
You unfold my pages softly,
carefully not to tear them up
to pieces that can never be combine.
So if my name suddenly disappear,
if the lights suddenly fade,
if I'm no longer useable,
if my demons suddenly reappear,
would you still take my hands?
would you still hold it tight?
would you still give me your time?
would you still consider to be mine?
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