She feels so warm and safe
With his familiar scruff scratching her face
And his lips kissing her neck,
His face buried against hers
But she knows she'll have to leave.
And perhaps he's getting uncomfortable
With her hot breath leaving mist on his neck
And her hands raising goose-bumps on his spine,
But he just pulls her tighter
Like she's someone that simply was not made to be let go.
And she feels home.
Mostly poems that I think are worth sharing... some rather embarrassing updates from middle school/freshman year of high school. But mostly poems.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Turn Again
Well, we all just take up
A little less space
When we're engineered
to fit that way
We win the war
But we lose the race
Wen we're all racing
to the exact same place.
And just in time
You lose your mind
But you're safe and sound
in this heart of mine
You'll never fall
all the way to the ground
I'll pick you back up
and wipe the dirt off your brow
They can't contain us
Because we're stronger than them
We have the strength
of a thousand men
And we're not dead
We're only sleeping in our den
And when we wake
We will shake the world
And it will turn around again.
A little less space
When we're engineered
to fit that way
We win the war
But we lose the race
Wen we're all racing
to the exact same place.
And just in time
You lose your mind
But you're safe and sound
in this heart of mine
You'll never fall
all the way to the ground
I'll pick you back up
and wipe the dirt off your brow
They can't contain us
Because we're stronger than them
We have the strength
of a thousand men
And we're not dead
We're only sleeping in our den
And when we wake
We will shake the world
And it will turn around again.
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