I would like
to crawl
into you,
into your
warmth,
your comfort.
To burrow
into your chest
to forever feel at home.
You can tell
by my hesitant,
yet desperate
attempts to be close,
to lay on you
and align our hands
and hearts.
I hate myself
for it, but
you don't seem to mind
which makes me yearn
to further bind
our souls.
We will act
as birdhouses in which
we can place our hearts,
those fluttering, singing
birds.
You with mine
and I with yours.
YOU ARE READING
My Voice
PoetryPoems meant to express things I can't always bring myself to say, emotions that run so deep in my veins, and thoughts that hang over my head. I hope you can enjoy this, or find something that makes you feel less alone at the very least. Many of thes...
