Lletres: Boy Sets Fire. Fine Art Of Falling.

I could lie here all day, tongue tied and outclassed
Never missing their world, that used to be my life
And I can't remember what it was that I always wanted
But it should have always been this
Rhyme and reason not withstanding
Folded into beauty
And if I hold this here forever, I will never drown
And when I lose my ground I can always remember
This is my reason; you are my reason to stay
I have shed this dry hard shell
Traded its comfort for your eyes
Played with denial, and then denied my own defenses
It's no longer part of me
These questions, insecurity
You will always be the most magnificent creation