Dec 2016
how lovely was it,
to be held in his arms,
perhaps i was too small,
and his forearm stretched
across my stomach,
but my love for him was
far larger than he.
to be held in his arms,
perhaps i was too small,
and his forearm stretched
across my stomach,
but my love for him was
far larger than he.
wrote this a few months ago about my now ex ; its still a decent poem.
