disturbing the peace
that settles me down.
setting my heart into an uneasy pace,
while freezing me whole
with its bitter chill.
But I'm not asking for you
to make me a pyre,
of roaring fire that reaches the sky,
nor build me a castle of stones
with walls standing tall
against the crashing waves.
Just lend me the warmth
of your hand as they tenderly lay
against my cheek,
and it'll be enough
to make me feel safe,
and to keep the fire in me aflame.
I hold these arms around you
Walls around me
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