Saturday, February 13, 2016

To Be With You

Do you never tire out of giving?
Because my arms are limp
from reaching out,
and yet no one but you
is brave enough
to keep it still in its hold.
How do you do it?
How do you keep that smile
I came to love
even as life batters you down?
I have nothing else to give,
and yet you keep your hands open
for what little I can 
and willing to give.
How can I stay?
If I even find my own self
too coward to take that leap
just to be with you.



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