Your words
Your words are the fingers
That massage my aches away
Soothing the worries of the day
Your wisdom the arms
That hold my world together
No matter my mental weather
Your laughter the drug
That cures my emotional infection
And becomes my new addiction
Copyright 2017
Richard L Ratliff
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 6:40 PM UTC
Your words
Your words are the fingers
That massage my aches away
Soothing the worries of the day
Your wisdom the arms
That hold my world together
No matter my mental weather
Your laughter the drug
That cures my emotional infection
And becomes my new addiction
Copyright 2017
Richard L Ratliff
