A voiced opinion (3 mintute poem)

Your doing it again,
thoes things you do.
Looking too hard,
at the things infront of you.
Let you hair down,
Beat the fear,
Im not going any where.
Stop shaking.
Stop twiching.
Open up your mind and listen.
Everything will be,
Better then ok.
Shit wont hit the fan,
Not the wall,
not today.
All I want to do,
Is wrap around you.
And steal your fears,
Your fustrations with life,
let me take them tonight.
Your lack of controll,
let me take hold.
And pull out your sreangth.
For you to see,
what i Already see.
Theres nothing more to me.
Stength.
Care.
Modivation.
Determanation.
Individuallity.
Everythig about you,
Is the best thing to me.
So dont worry.
Dont stare.
When you lose controll,
Ill be right here.
Holding you,
and stealing your fears.



To my darnling,
who never dances with her beat.
she sways in others music,
that knocks her feet.