Covered

Covered in mud

Your skin is rough
I recognised that
Like an elephants stomach
I could smooth it out
Your eyes they sparkle through dark grey clouds
Your minds been drowning
I can tell.
I wish you would hold my hand
I would never hurt
Life’s going to keep going
It’ll drag us through dirt,
I could wash it out.
Soothe that bruise across your forehead
All boys grow up eventually
In time, and time is all I’m sitting on, for now,
Falling in love doesn’t have to be like
Being covered in mud,
I could show you if you like, I could be the one, I could be enough….

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