he held my hand
and he told me I was beautiful
he laid his frozen fragile hand
upon mine
allowing the melancholia
to crumble
he became my shelter
my safety,
my whole
he became my soundness,
my wisdom,
my home
and he came to guide my frame
causing my eyelids
to shut
and he told me we’d do this together
two taps
from a single silver spear
to each wrist was applied
he helped me
to make my truth
fade away
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
he held my hand
and he told me I was beautiful
he laid his frozen fragile hand
upon mine
allowing the melancholia
to crumble
he became my shelter
my safety,
my whole
he became my soundness,
my wisdom,
my home
and he came to guide my frame
causing my eyelids
to shut
and he told me we’d do this together
two taps
from a single silver spear
to each wrist was applied
he helped me
to make my truth
fade away
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