poetomachia

14 May 2008 at 7:12 am

comfort

Ev’ry night, wrap me in your arms
To be held close, oh to be
I only want you to hold me tight
And won’t you call me baby

Rather be a son, balm of my soul
You are my heartbeat, make me whole
I can’t breathe without you, surely drown
Not by my own strength, s’rrender s’rround

by MattWriks  

1 Comment

  1. To be cherished by your own heart’s desire, what could be sweeter?

    Comment by Sunsun — 25 May 2008 @ 8:44 pm

RSS feed for comments on this post.

Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.

Copyright © 2007-2025 MattWriks & Sunsun. All rights reserved.