can you look into my eyes and
see past why I live my life the way I do?
when you see the colors and the tired skin that surrounds
will you see past my weakness
and all my reasons to bail out?
will you pull my insecurities off of me
like a shrunken wool sweater
remind me why I'm here
we'll buy some fishing poles together
and go fishing for stories
to replace what doesn't have to be truth anymore
cover me my dear
cover me in your gaze
(explanation:)
I was standing up for me on the wrong side of the fence
watering the wrong plants
looking for new leaves to turn over
if only I had the sense about these things
a discernment behind the sure feeling
that propels me away from my destination..
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