My Plea , by P.Paan Subscribe to rss feed for P.Paan

Ill come to his metaphorical door and knock to come inside
It's cold and lonely out here
There's nobody but my thoughts
They scare me 
Love will protect me
Please open the door.
Please let me in.
I won't be a burden.
I just want to sit in a corner of your mind
Even if You let me rot
Ill be protected under you
My plea
My hands are in prayer position
Please god let me become a piece of him
Posted: 2012-12-15 08:13:04 UTC

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