To run into your composure,
To take the worries away,
To hear your heart like a whisper,
That everything will be okay.
Not like this,
Not even a kilometer apart,
Not in this way,
No one can hardly look to stare.
Even if the streams decide to flow,
Even as the stars tremble,
Even when the rain shook cold,
Either of us is a safe place.
To house our feeding fire,
Not every flint sparks a flame,
Even we deserve the warmth,
You are never alone in the dark.
i nearly forgot to publish my work.
but here's a start to a poetic december.