drive us to the edge,
and with no fear,
dive into it,
as our land has been tainted by the past that was us without each other.
past the edge awaits our new haven,
one in which we belong to ourselves,
and to each other.
a land we may call our own,
in which happiness resides with our arrival,
in which we are no longer afraid,
in which we let go.
drive us to home,
because for the first time ever,
home comes from someone and not somewhere.
step into your house my love,
the door was wide open,
just for you,
and only ever you.
YOU ARE READING
𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
