Submissive was she and modest him
Both meek but in two different ways still to begin
Assertive in nature they can’t be, but they still show the forceful aggression to the mild’s of the we
His gentle hold, held her thoughts
A humble heart fell numb as he turned timid
She couldn’t get the reason and he couldn’t explain one
Luke turned she has turned towards the clouds of confusions confining her in sorrow
Waiting for him to clear and rub his thoughts with hers
But nothing happens
May be because she waits, waits for him
He does not decide and she keeps waiting
Turns out that she’s modest now and he is just trying to be submissive
Submissive to hold her hands again and clear it
Meek they in there meekness mellow the mild and complain the whole and clear the sharps waves that wounded them once and heal it like angels.
Assertive as they wanted to be, more affectionate then ever
Spilling more dreams while bonding them together leaving them even more coiled as a dreamer
Just breaking the meeker to be nowhere to make get weaker ever.
