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This is a short piece about being there for someone that loves you. |
| If you showed up on my doorstep I would take you under my wing. I would touch your lips with silence and hold your hand with bangs. I would whisper your words and sing your glory. I would take you under my wing and shelter you from the perils. I would hold you and tell you what you need to hear. I would taste your sorrow and you would taste my guilt. I would let you be mine and you would let me be yours. If you showed up on my doorstep, I would let you through my window. |