I was ready to say
Yeah. I was ready to say
I was ready to walk away
I was already gone
Yeah I was on my way
Then you just had to make me stay
You came back
You touched my heart
You made me stay
You made me not want to walk away
Now I'm not ready to say
No, I'm not ready to say
I'm not ready to walk away
Because you came back
And you made me stay
You gave me something to hold onto
You gave me a heart
A hand, a word
And that's good enough for me
{ 2017 }
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Black And White
PoesieSeeing a Black And White world is a form of naiveté. A beautifully, chaotic way of seeing a world covered in nothing but grey.
