We're on the edge of the cliff
Hand in hand, fighting who should take over
I am holding your hand for so long—
I don't want to let you go; don't want to be alone.
You've known me for so long, protecting me:
Keeping me in my comfort; defending me.
Now we're on the edge of a cliff— unsure of what will happen.
But I will fall, if I can't let you go.
YOU ARE READING
Through My Window
PoetryThis book is full of thoughts that comes... In the middle of the night when I'm glad to be awake while others are not. In silence when my thoughts in my head are louder In busy streets when I find silence in me and through my window where I can see...
