If I could hold you

I would look into your eyes first

Hear them tremble as I took you in

You’d gasp in disbelief

Your arms scrambling to grab hold of me as I hang on to you

You’d feel cold

While I’d embrace it 

Warm

And we could finally have an end to our story

Mattie Grace Levy

I'm a black woman, a classically trained oboist, a self-taught composer, and an introspective poet trying to comprehend my thoughts.

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