The rough feeling against my fingertips
The feeling of touching your
Soft cushion pillows
I take one step at a time
Careful not to stumble
And take my spot next to you
You welcoming me with shade
Cover me with your safety
Like your my protector
You comfort me in the hardest of times
WHen my world seems to end
My troubles flow away as I sit by you again
You are all I have
And my everlasting comfort.
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Poetry
PoetryThese poems consist of small short stories and a little about myself. So yeah. They tell of creatures,trees,and far away places. And a lot more.
