Tender touch your cheek the salt
Trickling paths to budding lips
I like the look of how my thumb collects
Please don’t watch me do this
I must protect you Little one,
let me go, please, let me go
You’re the only one who hasn’t yet
Still the anchor that stops the flow
The part of me that lurks inside
It’s that piece of me to be despised
Broken glass, and torn flesh
This isn’t real is it?
Today I love you more
Than I ever have before
In this tender, brings the night
I touch the silk of storms and light
I must protect you little one,
Don’t let me go, whispers don’t don’t
You’re the only one who hasn’t yet
Still the anchor that stops the flow
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