I’ll strip your walls down,
Like the layers of your clothes.
I’ll fall for your soul,
And appreciate every curve of your body,
I’ll trace my fingers along your skin as if it’s an ancient scroll,
I’ll open your heart and plant seeds in your scars,
Water them and help them heal and grow.
I’ll plant sunflowers in the scars too painful and dark to bare,
And I’ll plant roses where you’re scared to go.
Ill help wisp your demons away,
And I’ll fight the fights you can’t. ~it’s you
ALD - 1 hour ago