I do not always take kindly to strangers
but there is something in your eyes that begs me to consider letting you in.I do not like to talk about myself, because my job is to heal others
but somehow you convince me every night to let it go and get some rest.I do not always let other people see me if it isn't because they need it
but the gentle want in your eyes is all I need to bloom.and now,
settled underneath your gentle violet gaze,
nestled into the crook of your arm,
I am home
and I am happy
and I have healed
and I am ready for more.
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)