of sunshine on my face.
I've been used to running
and hiding underneath the
shadows of the night,
blindly guided by the
pale mooonlight.
Until a voice lurking in
the shadows asked me to stop,
and when I turned around,
I saw you standing there
underneath the willow tree,
hands clenched tight,
with the early light of dawn
beginning to shine behind you.
I stood there and waited,
until I felt your hand
reach out for mine
and held on tight.
For the first time,
I learned what it feels like
to have the sunshine touch my skin
as it slowly soaks its way into me
and fills me with warmth to the brim.
Just because you asked me to stay.
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