Tiny feet march to a little heart,
for the small girl in his arms.
She breathes in to find him in her senses,
consuming her heart with corky words.
Oftentimes in her mind,
locked away and the key swallowed,
he's there
always with forever,
loving her.
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 12:27 AM UTC
Tiny feet march to a little heart,
for the small girl in his arms.
She breathes in to find him in her senses,
consuming her heart with corky words.
Oftentimes in her mind,
locked away and the key swallowed,
he's there
always with forever,
loving her.