Love ..

I come to you, with the scars on my wrist.
You open your arms and let me in.
You hold me tight and never let go.
You look into my eyes and say
It’ll be alright
You’re scared
I’m scared,
But we don’t say cause we already know,
That what you say may not be true.
But If I’m here tomorrow in your arms,
Then I know you’ll always be there ..