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This is probably the first poem I wrote I thought worthy of publishing online.
Written about a year ago when there was only one person in the world who could make me feel safe and secure, and honestly, he probably is still the only person who can tell how I'm feeling without me saying a word.
He saw her smile,
Looked deep in her eyes,
He was her only thing,
Beneath these precious skies.
He gripped her hand,
Held on tight,
And he whispered,
Everything will be alright.
He hugged her close,
Kept her near,
Made her feel safe,
She had nothing to fear
Written about a year ago when there was only one person in the world who could make me feel safe and secure, and honestly, he probably is still the only person who can tell how I'm feeling without me saying a word.
He saw her smile,
Looked deep in her eyes,
He was her only thing,
Beneath these precious skies.
He gripped her hand,
Held on tight,
And he whispered,
Everything will be alright.
He hugged her close,
Kept her near,
Made her feel safe,
She had nothing to fear