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Fall


I fall down

and I’m saved by your hands.

Your eyes meet mine,

communicating new future plans.

We talk and we sing

our favorite love songs.

I’m held captive in your touch.

It is to you I now belong.

 

I fall in love

with your smile and laugh.

My friends wonder where I am

but their worry will pass.

We stay out late night,

we paint the town red,

for that is your color

I’ll never forget.

 

I fall asleep

in your arms and into ignorance.

My family doesn’t know me.

They ask, “Who does she think she is?”

We fight through the silence

over freedom and time,

but all you can say is

“You can’t do that, you’re mine.”

 

You drag me down.

Your push turns to shove.

Their screams run through my mind,

“Wake up, this is not love!”

I want to be safe

and I long to be free,

I stand up for my own sake

 

Change is coming with the turn of these fall leaves.

 

I fall through the darkness,

a necessary fate

To rediscover real love

and I fear I’m too late,

But just when I see

the hard concrete approach,

A warm and bright smile

Gives what I need most

 

I fall into his arms

without worry or fear.

He knows my recent battle

yet he pulls me in near.

I’m reluctant to give him

my heart and my soul,

But he waits patiently,

without push, without pull.

 

I fall away from doubt

with every dumb joke he cracks.

He converses with my father

about touchdowns and sacs.

My mother tells me

that I’ve found a good one.

In this moment I realize

My search for true love is done.

 

He tells me I’m incredible

yet he still doesn’t know

How much he means to me

so I whisper to him slow,

“This is the way

that love is meant to be.

You hold me so tight,

though I know I am free.”

 

He is the reason

I know love exists.

With every big hug

and every long kiss,

He makes me feel worthy

like some sort of prize,

But I know I am the real winner

When I look into his eyes.

I fall in love.

 
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