By cryingshame58
Date: 2002 Jul 31
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[[2002.07.31.12.09.31559]]

With him, with you

With him, I am out on first base.
In his arms, I am vulnerable as money to a thief.
With him, I am held too tight.
In his arms, I am hurt.

With you,  I am safe as a home run.
In your arms, I am safe as a locked up valuable.
With you, I am secure.
In your arms, I am free from harm.

With him, I get tossed out of the game.
In his arms, I am unguarded.
With him, I am breaking free.
In his arms, I am wounded.

With you, I won the game.
In your arms, I am unperishable.
With you, I am free.
In your arms, I am at peace.