Soft as a whisper
you come to me,
amidst the ashes
amidst the tears;
Arms wide open,
my heart is closed,
not quite ready
to face its fears;
I give what I can,
afraid to give my all,
afraid of the pain
afraid of the fall;
It always comes
just as sure as the love,
but tonight I won't
let myself fall.


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Your minimalism is much appreciated! Great job!
my heart is closed,
not quite ready
to face its fears;