Sunday night is party night

I think you have me all wrong.

The thing about me,

is that I’m not so strong.

I’m afraid of small paper cuts and shiver in the dark.

I run and hide when thunder and lightning spark.

I think it’s because I fear the whole world.

Monsters are everywhere,

waiting, watching, hanging on every word.

I just want to lay on my bed,

hear your breath as you hold me close.

I’m safe in your arms, for now, I suppose.

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