Taking the Risk
How about we set up in the dark
Just pitch a tent
Where the only sound is your heart
Somewhere we can't be found
Forgotton
But surely not lost
Hand in hand
Running from the quicksand
Running far from the frost
Just you and I
only me and you
no one to lie
nothing to do
How profound
To not be found
And not to hear a sound
Don't let go of my hand I plead
I followed you
You were the lead
Will you sing to me?
It's what you bring to me
Takes away that sting from me
Well I digress
I leave with no distress
Just hold my hand
And I'll hold yours
let's just lay here
just you and me
Copyright © Stacey Brackley | Year Posted 2013
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