Apr 2015
Squeeeeeze
You're never held
Only pressed
Into her open heart.
Lauuuuugh
Tinkling,
Falling
Drops of joy.
Crrrrrrrrrrry
Because
She's there
To listen
Leaaaaaaave
Because
We all have
To grow old.
You're never held
Only pressed
Into her open heart.
Lauuuuugh
Tinkling,
Falling
Drops of joy.
Crrrrrrrrrrry
Because
She's there
To listen
Leaaaaaaave
Because
We all have
To grow old.
Another homesick poem. I wrote these both last night.
