Thursday, May 14, 2015

Come

I want to be your hiding place, your safe haven, your pillow of comfort. 
(Come to me)
Bring your streaking rain storms and sniffled thunder
for I've packed my puddle jumpers and warm hope  
 I'll wrap you in blankets of affection and pour you a cup of steaming love. 
Just come to me.
(come)

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