YOUR COVERS

 My reason to feel safe, 

Cover me so that i can escape,

Escape this cruel world, engaged in disappointment.

Wipe my tires when i cry,

Hold on to my hand when am slipping away,


Promise to stay when they leave,

Oh, my dear do not stab me in the back like they did,

Cover me when it is cold,

Believe in me when they do not because your faith in me is my reason to move forward.

These are the things I feel are happening under your covers.

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