Comfort

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If I could reach through this phone,

to the place, you call home.

You would have a place to rest your head.

My heart will be the rhythm that comforts you in bed.

For within my arms you will find peace,

like castle walls protecting these, your hope and dreams.

So lay your head here upon my chest,

close your eyes and prepare to fly.

I will lift you up, never let you down.

I will always be around.

A call away, every day, your best friend from beginning to no end.

If you pull away, that is okay.

I will hold you in my arms time and again.

Poetry. By Nasukra TsukiWhere stories live. Discover now