Embrace me, replicate the cold of night,
I will then know my company.
Hold me aloft, place the wind in my sails,
a maternal presence, to raise me.
Carry my heart, xerox the code of life,
a nurturing force, a lesson taught.
A whisper,
of trust,
and faith.
A belief of impossible,
a tenacity not forged in my human construct.
Press my buttons,
make me work,
task me,
end confusion.
I need love's exhibition,
a requisition of presence,
a love to hold.
- Author: Yorke ( Offline)
- Published: December 7th, 2015 02:47
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
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