By cryingshame58 Date: 2002 Jul 31 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.31.12.09.31559]] |
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. |