Open
Each day we open wider
arms embrace, tears flood
feet lift off the ground
Love was never easy for me,
but then it was never easy for you to love me.
Torn apart, blinded, hated, alone.
When we close ourselves we empty our love.
I open myself to you
Again
again
again
Wanting waiting for you to try and learn how to love me
Be open
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