I cannot see my heart in anyone else's hands
but yours.
The fact that you hold on so tightly
whether you intend to or not
is still there every moment of every day.
Your attempts,
if that's what they are,
to push me away,
areonlypullingmecloser.
I cannot let go of this rope I'm holding on to, this line between me and you.
If my hands set you free you'd no longer be cared for properly
and that's what I fear the most.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
I cannot see my heart in anyone else's hands
but yours.
The fact that you hold on so tightly
whether you intend to or not
is still there every moment of every day.
Your attempts,
if that's what they are,
to push me away,
areonlypullingmecloser.
I cannot let go of this rope I'm holding on to, this line between me and you.
If my hands set you free you'd no longer be cared for properly
and that's what I fear the most.
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