Cuddles are small,
sitting on a couch with arms wrapped around your body,
but when those arms begin to wrap around your soul,
what happens then?
Cuddles become big,
they lead to something more,
but I don't mind,
because cuddling you,
would be fine.
Even just as friends.
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Classic
PoetryA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1