When a minute hand strikes just before dawn,
can you wrap me with your warmth?
I don't know why but hold my hand,
make it cozy.
Let me feel it until this sweat fades.
I wanna hear your voice to calm my heartbeat.
Bring your heart close to me.
I wanna feel snug.
Under this fluffy blanket,
I wanna fall asleep in your arms,
having our mellow talks as
your breath caresses my skin.
These brush all my worries easily.
Without you, all I felt was the cold air in my room.
I felt trapped and it was suffocating.
You furnish me with solace whenever it strikes again.
So, please... Please, be with me.
YOU ARE READING
ANTHOLIMPSE
PoetryAntholimpse is a glimpses of prose and poetry that were written within this hour.
