You sing and call so sweetly,
Summoning me closer,
Into the folds of your arms.
The shadows of your bent head,
Tucked down close to mine,
Reflecting a comfort and safety
That I’ve never felt before.
The voice of the night is soft,
Welcoming, in a way
That you could never be.
And I love her, deeply,
But she could never be the night.
She is not you.
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 1:02 PM UTC
You sing and call so sweetly,
Summoning me closer,
Into the folds of your arms.
The shadows of your bent head,
Tucked down close to mine,
Reflecting a comfort and safety
That I’ve never felt before.
The voice of the night is soft,
Welcoming, in a way
That you could never be.
And I love her, deeply,
But she could never be the night.
She is not you.
I hope I see you soon? I want you back, but I know this is better for you than I was.
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