Lines In Between

"I could soothe the pain. Let me be your alcohol to protect your wound if you just endure the sudden first pain. Let me be your kool-aid. I could take away your sadness. Let me be your gravity. Just fall for me. Let me be your syringe. I'll heal you from the inside. Or better yet, let me be your penicillin. Let me kill whatever's killing you inside. Sincere, just let me be your everything. If not, then better be your slave." ©