fallen into your hands
im usually afraid of where my words land
yet here we are
life never stopped,while it dug into my heart
string along your fears of past interfere, so servere,
so clear ive faced all my fears
open to a new life
aint who i was
open to love, askin his soul..
are you open to love?
would you let yourself bleed
he asks me what girls essentially need
you breathe, succeed, dont know
what hes wrote, dry throat
where i find no cure
my hearts like damn,
be my god of nurture.