defenseless

I am not your morning star. I am not composed of beauty or luminosity. I used to burn, for you, and for you only. I could not take another's hand. We used to wake up at half past nine and have coffee together on your couch. You would close your eyes and doze off, but I always stayed awake, taking you in. Resting my head on you and listening to your heart, beating soft against the walls of your chest. At peace. You would rise and kiss my hand and I would wrap myself in a tent made out of blankets and tell you no boys allowed but you always found your way in. I remember the bunny noses and the hand holding and the face you made that brought me

I'll get some poetry up, soon. I promise. Everyone take care. :blowkiss:

I'm awake in the infinite cold, but you sing to me over and over and over and over again. So I lay my head back down. And I lift my hands and pray to be only yours. I now know, you're my only hope.