paralyzed with self-control
an irrational fear of the unknown
planning each moment
that never comes to pass
never living each day
like it's the last
but when you put your hand
in mine
fears and restraints melt away
I would follow
where you lead
safe in the knowledge
that where you are
is home
isolated from the world
barely surviving on
what little comfort
the warmth provides
starving for a touch
a connection to my soul
that can only be found
in an embrace
a kiss
in sleeping
beside the one you hold
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