People are not poems
They will never fit your mold
But sometimes if they let you
You can curl inside their soul
And I have seen you at your weakest
When you do just what your told
And you have found me in wreckage
When I was without a home
For that I think I owe you
Just a little bit of poem
A solemn nod to love
That you have not done me wrong
All your little secrets
That I keep now as my own
I treasure all your darkness
And let you take some light back home
All your little worries
Give me them to hold
I’ve got pictures of your scars
And the times you weren’t whole
You’ve carried all my troubles
But you could’ve let them go
You’ve had me all this time
And you’ve never let me go
People are not poems
And you sure don’t fit my mold
But you let me and I let you
Curl inside my soul
Curl inside my soul
