Jul 2023
Your callused hands
Warm me up
Like s’mores on the fire
Like some fries in the fryer
Your callused hands
Protect me
My insurance against humanity
My sword against insanity.
Warm me up
Like s’mores on the fire
Like some fries in the fryer
Your callused hands
Protect me
My insurance against humanity
My sword against insanity.
My gf gave me two random words (callused and insurance) to include in a poem, so I did.
