Wednesday, January 7, 2015

It's like picking up trash in dresses...

Let me run to you and hide myself in your smile
your hands embrace me
your face captivates me
I am all but drowning in your love

I hope you know
That if this was it
It would be all that I'd ever need

Don't save me
I don't need a superhero
Or a place to find rest
I'm here
with this
and I'm alive in our mess

Let me run to you and hide myself in your smile
and allow me to be at peace
with the reality
that a mess
is all we'll ever be.

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