Hey, hey.
I'm about to fall too, love.
This song is so tender and fragile,
And no matter how quiet I whisper, the fear can still hear me.
We could stop trying to melt these words together,
But then, what would be left?
When the light has completely dissipated, these words are all we have.
Yet, they mold such tangled masses of uncertainty and terror.
The only thing that quiets the cacophony is a deep, unperturbed slumber.
But the path to this peace and quiet is obstructed by the very thing it cures.
I would gladly have nothing at all, love, if I could get a moment of numbness.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
