arms
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Again and again I find myself coming back to your arms
They hold me with such purpose and gratitude
with such urgency and love
You hold me as if you think I will run away
and you do not wish to let me go
All my life
I have been unwrapped
My ribs glossy-exposed
My lips made of glass
They have told me to learn
And I have taught myself to listen
While ignoring what is important
cold, crisp air
the night sky, a navy bluefabric
specled with tiny dimonds streatching across the horizon
your chest firm and warm
on my chapped cheek chat presses against it
In your arms,
that's where I want to be.
Your lips on mine
make me melt everytime.
When I hear the words 'immortal',
I think of my love for you.
Never ending.
Unchanged.
Forever.
Innocence and IgnoranceThey are both the same kindIt's sort of like the less you knowThe better you can understand It definitely won’t work for schoolBut what about a life lesson?
A life lesson
Two or more people disagree
Both want something
Leaders want to fight
They gather thousands of troops
My mother’s embrace is my home and in her arms I am never alone. People attack me with words, words that pierce my soul like daggers. I am not fierce nor am I bold so I cannot help the tears that pour like rain as I am in pain.
