TravellingSoldier

my heart, my heart so far away from me if only I could hear your voice again I want your scent, I want your touch my love, my love to be near you if only for a second, would be enough I want the feeling of curling into you a nd your breath mixing with mine and our hearts beating in time and your voice so sweet to my ears and hand in hand talkin g 'til the sun rises and falling asleep tangled together and your voice, your la ughter, your sleepy mumble, your even br eaths; if your hands shake, I will hold them, and we'll be all the stronger for it, I promise, I promise, I will be ther e when you're too weak to stand, when y

my heart, my heart so far away from me if only I could hear your voice again I want your scent, I want your touch my love, my love to be near you if only for a second, would be enough I want the feeling of curling into you a nd your breath mixing with mine and our hearts beating in time and your voice so sweet to my ears and hand in hand talkin g 'til the sun rises and falling asleep tangled together and your voice, your la ughter, your sleepy mumble, your even br eaths; if your hands shake, I will hold them, and we'll be all the stronger for it, I promise, I promise, I will be ther e when you're too weak to stand, when y

Maiden. The space between us is slant rhyme, Burning-in, saturation, and exposure time, Ink curves he drew from a lead line, The way his fingers fit in yours, Instead of mine. Mother. You are difficult to hone, granite. I am prone to severing. You are a vestige made of stone That I could never be. Crone. Are you what is happening to me? Rain and gravity have Weathered the weaker parts They leave you standing Strong, a pyramid, a mountain. I am haunted: a cliff, daunted By the sea.