Origin
- Medium Lit
- Jan 31, 2019
- 1 min read
By Rose Winters I hold your hand As tight as I can Because if things don’t go as planned I’ll remember how it all began
With awkward glances And a tentative touch How high were the chances Of feelings evolving this much
After long nights of cuddles It’s not a surprise That our tears are forming puddles And we’re feeling butterflies
The sorrow is worth it And I know it will fade When the sky is moonlit I am unafraid
Because you are so gentle Yet also so strong It could not be accidental That we get along
But I swear to you I will never forget All we’ve been through From every moonrise to every sunset
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