You say that comparing you
To the stars would be an insult.
To them.
Frankly, I don’t care for their:
Cold,
Distant,
Light.
You are my light, that comforts
Me in the darkness.
Your arms are a:
Warm,
Gentle,
Home, for my heart.
Calming the tempest in my mind.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
You say that comparing you
To the stars would be an insult.
To them.
Frankly, I don’t care for their:
Cold,
Distant,
Light.
You are my light, that comforts
Me in the darkness.
Your arms are a:
Warm,
Gentle,
Home, for my heart.
Calming the tempest in my mind.
Written 11/03/19, for them
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