by Celina Simmons
I’m getting scared that I may need you again.
Your body brings comfort.
With you, I am safe.
The world is getting colder
And these roads have proved me wrong
Twisting every which wrong, right way
Written and inscripted,
And let this road lead us home.
Keep me on your shoulders
Like wings or like boulders.
When this stockholm syndrome taught us wrong,
our captors sustained the mirage.
A lot of my clothes turned black,
But I still dreamt in color.
Your rhythm came slower,
But you never stopped singing.
Heartbreak is a grimy hurt,
One you and I
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