Free
We were as free as could be
Fears falling like leaves
Slow dancing in the autumn breeze
We knew how lucky we were
Now the past is just a blur…
The wind kicked up
Mixed fear and love
We’ve never felt so alive
‘Till we met death
Now we’re counting each breath like
We’re going in debt
Tread lightly on eggshells
Our own homemade hell
Pour more salt in our wounds
As we’re cradled in our tombs
And running out of room
Each sunrise brings relief
Fear is just a thief of the things we love
The tighter we grasp the harder to relax
Just close our eyes and see where we end up
It’s the closest to living we could be
Is when we allow ourselves to be free
Love Always,
Lainey
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