I might think twice about us sometimes,
But that doesn't make my choice to stay worth any less.
Because as scared as I am, I'll run towards it in the end.
This gentle, ruthless, quiet, painful dance
We can make this last for a millennia, you know?
We can drag this fight out as long as it takes for us to come home again.
I am forever in search of my own voice,
But who said I can't search for it alongside you?
Who said we can't find ourselves together?
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
