When you’re not around,
I can’t stop myself from imagining
our future.
A little brick house
with a white picket fence and
two kids running around -
playing in a tree house.
Your smile could be my
favourite thing to come home to -
going on drives to the beach
on summer nights
diving into the
ocean feeling nothing but
safety and security because
you’re by my side.
I would trust you
with our children,
let you place rings on
my finger and
take care of you
when you need it most -
you just
need to let me.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
When you’re not around,
I can’t stop myself from imagining
our future.
A little brick house
with a white picket fence and
two kids running around -
playing in a tree house.
Your smile could be my
favourite thing to come home to -
going on drives to the beach
on summer nights
diving into the
ocean feeling nothing but
safety and security because
you’re by my side.
I would trust you
with our children,
let you place rings on
my finger and
take care of you
when you need it most -
you just
need to let me.
Request permission to use this poem