Truth to be told,

I need you to hold.

My Hand, My Heart.

When can we even start?

Truth to be said,

You piled up in my head.

Your smile, Your skin.

My defenses are turning thin.

That’s the truth locked inside of me.

 I am already setting it free.

Now that you have it in your hands…

Are you going to tell me, Where I should stand?

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