A Room For Two

freyaaa

I wish I had a shoulder to rest on

That doesn’t pull away when I lean

A steady shelf for a heavy head

Someone to hold my hand

Our palms meeting

The lines making a fence around us

 

I am tired of being an island

With no residents

I want to be a house

Where someone knows

Which floorboards creak

And the doors that have to be locked

 

I want to be read from the cover to the final page

And still be kept on the shelf

I want to be a five star rating

A favorite

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  • Vanna

    My Dear Santa clause whimsy princess this is by far the best thing I have read all evening it is so real probably the realest thing I’ve ever read it is so beautiful yet again this is just another great present of the soul you have given us keep going queen you are doing amazing and love you

    • freyaaa

      Thank you so much my glorious poetic glaze king I love you and these kind words so much

      • Vanna

        You’re welcome my wonderful whimsy princess

      • sorenbarrett

        We all wish to be the best and that is reflected in this poem. Very nicely expressed

        • freyaaa

          Thank you so much

        • mlaika :)

          love

          • freyaaa

            Thanks!!

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Freyaaa, this carries a deep longing to be known and kept…not just touched, but understood. The shift from “an island” to “a house” and that line about “which floorboards creak” really anchors it. It’s not about attention…it’s about belonging. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • freyaaa

              Thank you so much!!



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