Be my comfort

February 7, 2015

I went hiding in your arms

In hopes that I'd never be alone again

But I forgot that even arms get tired once in a while

And need to let go

But my arms must have been stronger

Because I stayed holding on to you tighter than an untieable knot

And I found warmth in your presence

Please just give me your pinky

You don't need to find me a resting place

But just promise you'll always be my comforting brace

-m.c.-

(I'm not asking you to love me, but please just never leave me)

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