When the world is pretty fine,
when life goes just perfect,
and I find what is mine.
Stay by my side
when I fall too many times
and bleed tears of regret,
when no poem really rhymes.
Stay by my side
even when I say I'm good,
or when I stifle sobs over phones
trying things I never could.
The ocean might be rough
with deadly a riptide,
The world might get much worse
with nowhere to hide.
the sky might be darker,
storms might make us blind,
but through blacks, and whites,
just stay by my side.
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