I am a house of refuge
I am the woman that broken men come to lay their weary heads on
The one who will wipe away tears and give gentle hands in the places needed
I will cradle you gently and stay up all night
Making you feel like everything will be all right
My foundation is solid
My chest ample enough to give you shelter, and my stomach a perfect place to lie your head
While my hands are always slightly cool and forever stroking, touching and caressing,
A perfect blend of mother\'s and lover\'s touch
Tell me your secrets, tell me your hurts, give me your pain
I will drink it all in, and make you a cup of tea or coffee, and cut you some fruit
Always taking care of you
I am the one you will always run to, but not the one you will stay for
You\'re welcome to take, take, take and never give
You\'ll always say \" I thought we\'d always end up together\"
But that would be a disaster, and if you really wanted to, why didn\'t you try harder???
I probably should have ran from you, or at least learned how to lock the door.