Oh, no. There's no butterflies swarming in my stomach or in my chest, honey. No, they aren't dead, nor have they broken their wings. You bring me none of those, my sweetness. I feel safe in your small, slender arms that hug my broad back as if trying to encage a tired lion in your arms. It's the warmth you give me every time you show the world your smile, and the twinkle of your eyes continues even in your darkest night. It's the comfort you fill my heart with—uncertainty washing away as you wipe away my tears in the middle of a quiet night. I don't love you because you're my home. You're my home because I love you.
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Our Own Little World: Between Heart & Mind
PoetryA mixture of poems and snippets. Making this while letting my mind wander while I was outside, staring at the sky while the tree covers half of my view, with my phone and dog named Abby as my company. Let the brain swirls, Fingertips lingers. Waltz...
