• When I was small,
    hidden in a naive shadow,
    covered up from the world,

    I held myself close.

    I proposed to myself...
    to never let go.
    To keep a closed fist on me.
    To clench harder when people tried to swipe away what I was.
    I wrapped my skin and covered everything disposed;

    I held myself close.

    Sensible;but disguised.
    Pure of the dirt that clogged my filter;that crippled my shell.
    I kept bland notice on my world;I didn't worry and overthink.
    I laid my scuffed palms on each knee,
    lolled my head down limply,
    shared my innocent tears;caused by scrapes or something not caused from me
    and,

    I held myself close.

    I looked back up towards the little things that brang back what I hadn't felt in a while,
    and made my tears dry from my cheeks.
    That crafted my lips into a tiny smile,

    and
    Gave me the reassurance that told me, it do the protecting.
    The beautiful things world gives up without a fingers lift.
    The beautiful things that held me close.