My Heart Is In Your Hands

Be careful with me

Love catches me when I stumble, picks me up when I fall
Strong arms gently frame my waist. I am safe, I am safe.

I am
Standing on my own, it’s natural to walk and then run.

Run away with me to happily ever after, long kisses, and sweet good nights
Short-lived disagreements in a house on a hill.

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Writer. Poet. Artist. Photographer. https://stacyjohnson-photography.smugmug.com/

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