My love makes me feel valuable
As if I'm the very last postal stamp for his bill payment that HAS to go out today.
He knows my worth,
He presses me to his lips,
Keeps me in the thoughts of his home and all that is dear
But instead of keeping me tucked inside the safety of a drawer
He sends me into the world
With his love, because love is the only thing we give that actually pays back
And I will collect and accumulate and travel and eventually
Come home.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
My love makes me feel valuable
As if I'm the very last postal stamp for his bill payment that HAS to go out today.
He knows my worth,
He presses me to his lips,
Keeps me in the thoughts of his home and all that is dear
But instead of keeping me tucked inside the safety of a drawer
He sends me into the world
With his love, because love is the only thing we give that actually pays back
And I will collect and accumulate and travel and eventually
Come home.
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