Learning
Because if you are to love me
there are some things you must know
for one i am broken
and hurt
and my view on love is blown
I have to start from scratch
and learn how to love again
i am nervous
and fearful
and not the same person
i would have been
But if you hold me in your arms
late at night when I am asleep
and kiss my nose
my neck
my lips
then i will be yours
to keept
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