Feb 2021
To lay with my head on your lap, was all I ever really wanted do.
A place where I can be safe. A place where I can be warm.
Somewhere I can let every care float away from my mind.
When I am with you, even breathing has a sweetness, to it, that I can't begin to describe.
A place where I can be safe. A place where I can be warm.
Somewhere I can let every care float away from my mind.
When I am with you, even breathing has a sweetness, to it, that I can't begin to describe.
This poem was written in 2016. I'm not sure why it's formatted like that or how to fix it, but the format doesn't really change the meaning. :P
