Can you wrap you arms
around me,
pull me onto your lap
and kiss my forehead.
Can you tell me
everything is gonna be okay.
Rock me back and forth
as low music play
in the background
of our makeshift fort.
Can you kiss away
the salt water tears
that make rivers
down flush checks.
Can you tell me
I'm gonna be strong enough
to get up tomorrow morning.
YOU ARE READING
Dear: Hell
ŞiirThe elevator broke now death played with you all night. - Hell's Deal ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sometimes monsters are real, sometimes Hell is fictional, but both have impacted many lives. So, take seat with some coffee and enjoy this poetry collection.
