Is it safe for me to adore every piece of you?
Is it safe to believe your words that speak nothing but love?
Is there a part of you that you hide under the bed of truth?

You've broken the walls I set so high with your enchanting poems,
darling, slick and clean everything you say that I slipped,
not yet to fall but count to fall in the right place, at the right time.
and I hope the place is wherever your heart is, and the time is whenever I see you.

© Thalia Noya