He stroked his fingers through my hair
He told me it's ok to be scared,
he had been scared before.
I've been scared before,
and the fear caught me,
it caught me and brought to life my most gruesome nightmares.
Be scared with me he whispered,
be scared with me,
i'll be scared with you
let's not try and out-run the fear,
let's face the fear together
let's hold it in our open arms.
He stroked his fingers through my hair.
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Love has no manual
PoetryA poetry collection about love ; focusing on one person as my inspiration. I was also inspired by various psychology works I have recently read, and various authors/film makers but primarily this was all written about one person. I wanted to keep h...
