─── 🌈 ─── 💖 ─── 🚀 ─── 💖 ─── 🌈 ─── STORYTELLERZ MENTOR MASHUP BY NASTY & TSAANDRA 🎵 https://discord.gg/storytellerz 🎵 ─── 🌈 ─── 💖 ─── 🚀 ─── 💖 ─── 🌈 ─── LYRICS: MAFALDA FUMMEL ─── 🌈 ─── 💖 ─── 🚀 ─── 💖 ─── 🌈 ─── he carries everything and then — he lets me see he stands like he was built for weight the kind that bends but doesn't break I've watched him hold the room together like weather has no power over him. And then he looks at me — just me and something shifts behind his eyes a door he doesn't open often and god — I feel it when it moves his breath goes shallow — I feel that his hands find me, grip a little more and I am standing in the current of everything he holds in store— Light drips slow through a borrowed tomorrow, every step hums louder than doubt. We shimmer between what is real and unnamed, soft sparks collide where the silence bends. I don't arrive — I unfold in the air, hands raised high but I'm not going there. he presses close — forehead to mine one breath — controlled — then less so that sound low in his throat escapes the one he never means to show and I go still — completely still because a man like him undone is the most devastating thing I have ever come undone from his jaw goes tight, his whole frame shifts he pulls me closer — breathes me in and I am melting at the edges of everything I thought I knew of him— Light drips slow through a borrowed tomorrow, every step hums louder than doubt. We shimmer between what is real and unnamed, soft sparks collide where the silence bends. I don't arrive — I unfold in the air, hands raised high — but I'm not going there. this is what I never expected— a man this strong with nowhere left to hide giving me the thing he guards the closest the part that lives on the other side he shivers — just barely — I feel it his hands say everything his voice won't and I am trying to hold my own heart steady while his comes open — and it won't stop— (open — o-o-open) (won't stop — stop — stop—) Light drips slow through a borrowed tomorrow, every step hums louder than doubt. We shimmer between what is real and unnamed, soft sparks collide where the silence bends. I don't arrive — I unfold in the air, hands raised high — but I'm not going there. (Oops I did) he gave me the thing he never gives and I felt it land inside my chest a man like that — coming open — for me I will never recover — and I don't want to (for me — me — me) (never — nev — nev—) I don't want to I don't want to recover
