The Calmness of Your Arms
Nothing I write will ever be as beautiful As you. As peaceful as you. Wise as you. I lay under my blanket and transport myself To a time when you…
Nothing I write will ever be as beautiful As you. As peaceful as you. Wise as you. I lay under my blanket and transport myself To a time when you…
Feelings of inadequacy are a delicacy That make you unaware others don’t share Your specific tastes. So you label it awkwardness or Peculiarness or a free spirit. You claim that…
I'm sorry for forcing myself back in, The problem is I'm broken, And I've tried hard to fix those parts, But that didn't happen until after we met. I see…