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Tight grip on my shirt
Shake like it's the middle of November
I promise you, it's safe to cryCover your ears
I'm sorry it's getting too loud
All I could do is hold youYou cry so painfully, it makes me
the more angrier
I can't always shield you from the monsterIt kills me to know you've scraped your palms on the playground
It tears me up to know you shudder at the very thought you'd make her furious
in every breath you takeBut my darling, you're only six yet you already know what heartache is
In each stare, I promise
I'll look after you in the dark
and when you sleepYou are safe in my arms forevermore
I'll laugh with you in every movie we watch
and I promise you that one day, the only loud noise you'll ever hear is
your favourite song echoing
all over our homeand on that day, you'll realize
The monster does not have any power over us
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Mélange
PoésieCollection of literature by one author. - All written by me - Update whenever I can. Warning: This might be an endless journey.