Sometimes, it is the way you lay your head on my stomach and breathe yourself to sleep. It is times like these when solace comes simply.
YOU ARE READING
If You Can't Save Yourself
Poesiapoetry that has slipped between the noose and my neck; poetry from me, poetry to you.
Solace
Sometimes, it is the way you lay your head on my stomach and breathe yourself to sleep. It is times like these when solace comes simply.
