"splt" poems
Why is it so comforting to be in someone's arms?
To be engulfed by their entire being.
To be their entire world, just for that splt second.
Or to feel the warmth of someone else's skin?
While you know they're thinking of you.
And only you.
If only for a moment.
Why do I crave this feeling?
Is it loneliness?
Or do I just seek out warmth in comfort?
The comfort only someone else's arms can give.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC