That caving in your chest,
A hand that is always gentle,
Maybe you think I’m something fragile,
Perhaps something worth keeping intact
To be that someone you’d protect.
The dandelion breath has been blown,
To go from coast to coast to find it
One who gives you a hand,
To know distance does not exist,
It’s a distracting of all other thought
And to know all else is void,
As long as you are beside me,
To know that someone is you…
Still believes in me.