My weakness comes from Silence
of all that is within me
and not to flow from his lips.
My weakness stems from feeling
all those things that most
not even imagine that they have inside.
My weakness is nourished by the comparison
the same as you show off so strongly
like your flag forever.
My weakness is increasing with the pain
of those thoughts that stir the blood
along with Gall wisely bestowed.
My weakness explodes in your eyes
by making sure when you look at me and tell me
that you're there for me. Always.
My weakness melts in your arms while I
squeeze making me feel safe,
cure all the wounds that are killing me.
My weakness is my love.
madly.
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