Your hair twists around a chopstick
As you tell me you don’t need them to eat
I would do anything to see your curls turn grey
One strand at a time
Hold you when you cry
Heal you when you’re hurt
Brush your hair,
rub your feet,
breakfast in bed
Cook for you
Read to you
walk with you
protect you always
stay with you
Without recompense
Without a grandiose facade
I walk up the stairs to your house
My heart in anticipation
I jump into your arms
It is special each time
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 1:45 PM UTC
Your hair twists around a chopstick
As you tell me you don’t need them to eat
I would do anything to see your curls turn grey
One strand at a time
Hold you when you cry
Heal you when you’re hurt
Brush your hair,
rub your feet,
breakfast in bed
Cook for you
Read to you
walk with you
protect you always
stay with you
Without recompense
Without a grandiose facade
I walk up the stairs to your house
My heart in anticipation
I jump into your arms
It is special each time