baby, i know i am crazy
and it pains me to find you
spending all your time
talking me down from heights
and watching for warning signs,
looking into overcast eyes
that predict the coming storm.
i beg you to keep me warm.
they warn,
here comes another night
of holding me while i cry
until the morning.
so lock the doors, draw the blinds,
bring the furniture
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i find that's the root of most problems.
you deserve more beauty than the world has.
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