The Words I Have To Tell You Poem by gregory collins

Hold my hand and see a new world,
beneath this meaningless graveyard of different reasons.
Have strong shoulders that always smile,
and walk towards what Heaven knows
with a promise not to sell your secrets.
Because the words i have to tell you
can survive between the lines,
and i am free if what's for sale releases me.
If i am only dreaming when you hold my hand;
And i am just a little more than summer rain sent to bed early.
Maybe like the sunset draws its sword
and makes a shdow out of you and i.
Maybe like faith ain't no dancer when the future dries up.
But don't get lonely to comfort me.
I found out my heart is trying to get out too,
and the unanswered question if each of us
is what to do with one heart.