He is like
the music
that calms her mad heart.
His presence is an anchor
That tames her wild spirits
But never binds it down.
He is that one last look
In the mirror,
Before she leaves;
Reassuring, telling her
That its okay
To not be perfect.
She can come sober
She can come drunk;
But with him,
She’s always home.
wandering dreams... :D
ReplyDeleteNice one, dear
ReplyDeleteNice one, dear
ReplyDeleteHer voice early in the morning, he always wanted to hear,
ReplyDeleteShe was the miracle, he always prayed for.