sing me to sleep
your arms wrapped around me
kiss my cheek
my brow
as passionately as you kiss my lips
show me that hands are made for kindness
and words are meant to elevate
and maybe, just maybe
my sharp edges will be smoothed
I will lay down my weapons
and allow you a glimpse inside
before you turn tail and run
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Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
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Beautiful words as always, Friend.
Thank you my dear! Appreciate you reading. 🙂
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