And tonight
I need arms that are not my own
Wrapped around me,
Holding together the pieces,
And fingers wiping away the tears.
And lips in my ear promising
Everything will be
Okay
I cannot do this on my own.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoésieI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
