I’m not grace, either do I need anyone to save me.
But I want someone to be there for me,
someone whose arms I can fall into.
His warmth that can melt me into his embrace,
his coolheadedness that can warn me to stop.
When my head lies perfectly in the nook of his neck,
that’s when I know
he can save me from everything that I know.
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