Walking with You, everything felt perfect.
The way those shadowed paths took us to places we never thought we'd go,
Both of us walked in our unanimous flow.
Walking these roads was familiar; I had walked a road once before,
But it lead to nowhere,
And I'm glad I walk it no more.
But walking with You, here, I feel alive,
For You, my dear, I don't need to strive.
Hold on to me, pretty baby, let the flower bloom from our seed;
Hold on to me, pretty baby, and you'll see I am all that you'll ever need.
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Bolds are messages.
YOU ARE READING
Everything Strong
PoetryShortest short-poems (musings?) by a Broken boy dealing with his overwhelming emotions.
