Lick the grief off lips.
Kissing away all the tears.
Lingering 'round your bed.
Dizzy in your head.
Maybe this is as good as it gets?
I'd do anything to get you out of your head.
You've been flying in the wrong direction.
Not your fault.
You forgive. No one else has to.
If you can't find your way home.
Here's my invitation.
So i'll take your hand as you would take mine.
Through the greedy fires we'll walk together.
Hand in hand. Take me with you.
Together we'll take you home.
Back out beyond the empty parkinglots we frequented on the hood of your car.
Away from the darkness over the stormy horizon.
Taking it home.
Where I'll run my hands through your hair with your head in my lap.
Counting the heartbeats in my chest.
I hope for you.
This is as good as it gets.
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Sunrise or Sunset; The Garden of Hugs
PoetryHey all! This is just a collection of primarily free-verse poems I've created. Every poem is a different flower with a theme. To give the feeling of warmth and healing. With a sprinkling of finding resilience from within. That is the overall goal. E...
