my love fits in
to the crook of my neck
and the palm of my hand
and the curve of my back
my love fits in
to all of my thoughts
and most of my words
and some of my days
and my love knows when
to hold me tight
and grasp me hard
and kiss me soft.
*(there is no point.
there is no punch.
there is just this.
there is just love)*
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
my love fits in
to the crook of my neck
and the palm of my hand
and the curve of my back
my love fits in
to all of my thoughts
and most of my words
and some of my days
and my love knows when
to hold me tight
and grasp me hard
and kiss me soft.
*(there is no point.
there is no punch.
there is just this.
there is just love)*
LR
6:40 PM
August 11, 2016
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