The warmth of alone
encapsulates my every inch,
once again — I am washed over.
The little hands that graze
my face,
my soul,
keep my heart beating
my skin alive.
alone in thought, but always seen by you —
your gazing up at me.
You do not know yet, nor will you ever…
but your laugh pulls me from the cold water;
but your eyes pull the water from my ever-seeking lungs.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
The warmth of alone
encapsulates my every inch,
once again — I am washed over.
The little hands that graze
my face,
my soul,
keep my heart beating
my skin alive.
alone in thought, but always seen by you —
your gazing up at me.
You do not know yet, nor will you ever…
but your laugh pulls me from the cold water;
but your eyes pull the water from my ever-seeking lungs.
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