In the moments that matter
I’m focused on: the love or the self
Seems it’s lately the latter
Occupying the books on my mental shelf
Find a different route
Strip away these eyes
blinded by self doubt,
And I’d realize
We’re all just looking to be loved
Fully and awake
Without pressure
Or being fake
Tell me where you wanna go
I’d follow wherever you’d take me
I’ll hold your glass heart
And I promise it won’t break.
Leanna 