His arms feel like home,
When home doesn't feel like home.
His firm grip secures this body, this house that many weird things reside in.
His lips are too good to be of human flesh.
They talk and kiss sense to me.
The little things matter to him
And for the first time ever in my life,
I need not to worry.
Need not to cry.
Need not to hurry.
Need not to shy.
A rate tall skinny totoro,
One that I get to call mine
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
His arms feel like home,
When home doesn't feel like home.
His firm grip secures this body, this house that many weird things reside in.
His lips are too good to be of human flesh.
They talk and kiss sense to me.
The little things matter to him
And for the first time ever in my life,
I need not to worry.
Need not to cry.
Need not to hurry.
Need not to shy.
A rate tall skinny totoro,
One that I get to call mine
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