Maybe it's the way
he calls my name
whispers compliments in my ear
keeping them safe
you're all mine.
She sends me the sweet name
a nickname of sorts
cupcake, kitten, can't you see
it's intoxicating
the feeling of those who care.
YOU ARE READING
philophobia
Poetryit isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015
