Assurance
He lets me know that I'll be alright, he sees my tears and holds me tight.
eyes wide open yet im sleep, left alone to solemnly weep.
scared of love because he'll probably leave and though its cold I'll plant my seed.
the blizzard is blowing and my flower still stands, coldly growing.
he lets me kno that I'll be alright, he hears my cries and holds me tight.
my purple flower in december blooms, because it grew under the bright stars and pale moon.
he assures me that I'll be alright, by shattering my darkness and sheltering the light
In return I shall assure my all, as my flower continues to grow strong and tall
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