I feel like a stray dog
Smelling food in a stranger's hand
Approaching with caution
Hoping you’d understand
With every little step
I learn that the hand feeding me
Is doing exactly just that
No collar, no expectations
No need to perform tricks
Nor signs of fading patience
Nothing here we need to fix
Just a feeling of being chosen
Even if I were to freeze
And take my time to redefine
What life taught me to believe
You don’t assume I’m broken
With every piece of eye contact
When my soul is touching yours
I try to convince my head
What my heart already knows
This is not the man that hurt you
Didn’t abandon you at a parking lot
And before I even really knew
Closed what once was unlocked
Left me guessing what’s true
Still you saw the shining sun in me
Even if it was lately only flickering
My mind was too crowded to see
The light I was afraid to lose
Turns out I still hold the key
So keep on writing your songs
Let me know what moves your heart
Fill my speakers with your honesty
The most beautiful form of art
Painting a future through fantasy
The picture of a shared haven
A place where my name belongs
Knowing that's not only a vision
It’s what you are already giving
Let’s keep choosing this road
Be the comedian by day
A charming poet at night
Slowly cracking the code
To my inner device
Open your car’s door
Until I stop rolling my eyes
Hold me tight until I’m warm
Watch me dance on the floor
Continue seasoning my life
With more sparkle and spice
Between crazy and calm
Discovering what beauty lies
In this feral creature's heart
When it finally rests its soul
In your peaceful palm
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Author:
Melancholia (
Online) - Published: October 14th, 2026 15:16
- Category: Love
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