And then I met you. Subtle and sweet. Simple and sincere. Kind and gentle, with soft hands.
And I thought that’s what I needed, a delicate soul who can hold my heart without crushing it in his palm. You hold me in your arms but you’re trembling, and I can’t help but wonder if you’d drop the heart I place in your hands.
I think of your soft spoken words, So delicate they hardly stand on their own, Almost carried away with the wind the second they’ve passed your lips.
Will a life so breathily built stand strong? Or will the wind force its way through the cracks and cause it all to come crumbling down?
I think of the men I’ve dated before, And the wishes made for something better, And though I’d never again tame a storm, I do not want to be satisfied with someone prepared for a shower When I’m an entire hurricane.