You There is Something that feels So safe about you. I always feel Like I can breathe. It is warm, and gentle, Like sitting by the fire on a cold, December night, And I never have to fear. The rest of the world out there Is confusing, full of too much stories of anger or rainstorms or traffic. Here, there is a kind of peace. A kind of patience, That I know I can’t find anywhere else. You see, You feel like a place that has infinite amounts Of life in such a small heart of space. I never Want to leave. So shut the windows, lock the Doors, let the phone ring till it stops. I’ll stay All day, we’ll let the clock run out of time. There is no other place like this. You, There is something that feels so safe about You; something that feels just like home.
had to do some shape poetry for class. so woo am i back who knows