Blank

I could have carried all the band-aids in the world
Wore my helmet as tight as possible

But nothing could have prepared me for my first fall

Started with shy smiles and flirtacious jokes
Soft kisses and gentle hair strokes

You were the first one to call me beautiful
No malicious intention
With you I felt

We made plans
They went farther than we couldve imagined
our grandkids had names, college degrees and WE
We had a love that was tighter than our fingers when interlocked

I would've given the world for you

But now I'm just sick of love songs
And thinking about an anniversary that has absolutely no meaning

I had fallen hard
The scrapes took years to heal 

But I've gotten up
Still too afraid to ever fall again