I want to lay with you
In that place between the folds,
Beneath the warmth and the light
And above the milky void.
A place without sound,
Except for quiet whispers.
A place without pain,
Except for when you leave it.
A place we made for ourselves,
To hide from the cold.
I want to lay with you,
In that place between the folds.
Where nothing old can hurt you,
And nothing new will mend you,
So let the wounds bleed
And balance out your
Humours.
For now we're safe
Because it only hurts when you leave.
YOU ARE READING
Picking Up The Pieces
PoesiaThis is a small collection of poetry I've written in the past year. I'm proud of how they've turned out and I hope you enjoy them! Also, the first piece, Graffiti Alice, has already been posted on here before but for this collection I made some edit...
