"Please don't go."
Gentle words fall
from tired lips.
I don't want to leave,
my hands encouraging your slumber.
"Thank you for caring for me."
We both smile
knowing we have each other
to hold and protect
against the world.
Foreheads touching,
eyes closing,
comfort slowly presses in.
If heaven were a place
it's this that we've created.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
