Why…

I’ve shown my hand

And you took it in yours,

folded in your warmth

 

On this cliff I stand

Ready for weather or sword

Bare and bearing the third cord

 

This happens every time

it’s more than I can afford

sleeves repeatedly ripped and worn

 

Love is mine

just know you are adored

just know, now the secret’s yours

 

Hidden

Published by december-rose

I'm what you could call perfectly confused... Pursued education in mechanical engineering with a passion for music, always fighting with who I am, who I'm "supposed to be," and typically landing somewhere in the middle. So I put my thoughts here for people to see if they'd like, but never telling anyone I know about it.

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