Throwing a fit I try to wake from a wicked dream
My town was mine and now where is it?
I think about the one I have
The one seemingly loyal
Her back, front and every piece and part of her more and more beautiful
A little hand wrapped in a larger
I am raised from my sleep back unto her embrace
Her little lips softly touching mine
Telling me I'll be alright
We'll be alright
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Author:
Tomo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2017 20:18
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A tender and moving poem, Tomo! I assume the 'little lips' belong to a child?
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