Poetry of you and me
Behind eyelids forever to see
In which darkness takes us over
Where it's not cold and we are sober
Insecurities become butterflies in our stomach to be set free
and we will spit them out to become empty
God knows what metaphor you are
through his voice your beauty's never marred
should I need to pave every brick 1000 times over
I will make your first step so much closer