𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

i want to be loved like the moon loves the sun
i want to be held like a nest in a gutter but in the place when rain is no such thing 
i want to be adored like when the clouds watch the birds as they soar 
i want to be safe like dew drops when they're bubbled on top of daffodil leaves sleeping underneath the willow tree 
i want to feel complete like when you were a child and the wet grass tickled your bare feet
and thers blood on your knee 
and you play no attention becouse you're safe in your mothers arms
oh no...
i know how this one goes 
im walking down a road that has no end 
im reading the signs say please turn  around my friend 
but the thing is its too late for me now 
so i'll crawl  on my hands and knees
use this last bit of energy to find the love that's already in me 
i learned to love myself before anyone else 
i'll be the moon to my sun until my time on the road is done