Where did you
come from?
I left behind
all the doors
locked
but you walked
through them
anyway
like an innocent
young
puzzle.
who gave you
the right
you little minx
my angel
my
mistress
to illuminate
my horizons
again?
who gave you
the right
because
I should’ve lost
every hope
tied
by the rope of
insecurity.
but now
that’s not important
any more
I love again
because
you’re here
like a perfect
cure
for my silent
complex
fear.
©Tom Del Braco
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