I Don't Need A Guardian Angel

March 9, 2011
The way you touch me,
Soft and sweet,
Sends tingles down my spine.
You’re hands so gently
Trace patterns on my skin.
When you hold me
Your arms are strong,
For you know I am not fragile.
The kisses on my lips,
So light,
So full of passion.
Others treat me
As if I’m a porcelain doll.
They lock me in a case
So I won’t break.
But when you pull me close
You’re gentle, but not careful.
Because you know I won’t fall to pieces.
I feel safe in your
Tender embrace.
You don’t try to protect me.
You know you’re not
My “knight in shining armor.”
You would never try to “save me.”
All you want to do
Is teach me how to
Want to save myself.

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