If you were a pill,

I would be the first to die of an overdose.

You give me so little of you, whenever I am scared.

O, courage.

How can I live without you?

Your embrace is what keeps me alive.

How much more can I take from you?

Your touch is fleeting,

Like a kiss from a lovers lips.

How much more can I get of you?

What is your price?

O, courage.

If you were the wind,

I would grow wings to follow you.

 

-SA

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