...Walk with me
I'd love that
But do not trip my step
Or judge my pace.
The love I feel, the hurt I feel are both my own
As yours are yours
Like our faces tell our stories
And our traces mark our tears, our joys
They are reminders that we have felt
And lived, and laughed, and cried...
The tears I never thought would dry
Unbearable things and joyous surprises have touched my heart
So, walk with me...If you dare
I'd love that
But do not trip my step
Or judge my pace
The deepest things of hurt or happiness are felt in equal parts
And time can't be the judge this time
Of how I feel or fall apart
For how do you hold a moment in your hand...
Less it's already been held in your heart."
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