I long to feel his skin against mine,
To be held in his warm
Welcoming embrace as his arms
Envelop my cold, frail bones.
I long for my name to roll
Off of his tongue,
For him to smile down at me,
With his cute, little grin.
And to gaze down at me
With those, mesmerizing
Brown abysses.
To me,
He was home.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
