Sound of we

Mon, 12/11/2017 - 16:11 -- Addysen

Mark my skin

Breath it in

The air tastes sweet,

But the cold still bites at our feet.

Wrap me up,

Show me love.

Reconginize change,

Adapt for our variety and range.

Hold me tight, 

We mustn't fight.

Say what you like,

I'm alright.

With or without you by my side.

Preferences, I do possess,

Like what resides in my chest. 

Let the world know,

But I hate slow

I am me 

That is who I will continue to be.

I like the sound of "we."

Only as of recently.

Grow and prosper.

Take my offer.

Be with me forever

So our love will never be severed. 

 Tickle my feet,

Your so sweet.

Breathe me in,

I'll mark your skin. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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