Are You Coming
If I reached out, would your fingers entwine?
If I stepped forward, would you stay behind?
We have suffocated here, what use to be home, now just a town.
And I just want to live with you, dear, and ensure you needn’t ever frown.
Come with me please, there is a world waiting to live.
Dearest, travel with me, so that to you I can freely give.
I am waiting to spill out all that I have, am, and can.
So please, my darling. Reach out. Take my hand.
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