I finally feel at home
my head resting in the space
between his jaw and his shoulder
a perfect fit
he places his hand
on the back of my head
pulling me in
I can feel his heart beating
and I never want to go
I wish I could stay cradled
...in his arms
but realty's calling
and I feel my heart drop
dead again as he lets me go
I belong in his arms
a perfect fit
as if meant to be
YOU ARE READING
Promise
PoetryThrough a love found, and a love lost... a love so pure and true, writing was the only thing that allowed me to survive. This book is a collection of the journey of my first love. A love that found me, broken and mangled, and helped to rise from the...
