In your arms, I am enough,
yet more
In your arms, I am strong,
yet vulnerable
*where poems bloom endlessly
In your arms, I am enough,
yet more
In your arms, I am strong,
yet vulnerable
Would it be different If it weren’t you If it weren’t me If it weren’t us together Would it be … More
How vast this sky to be the pillow Over nights and wicked dreams of longing Desire, despair, desolation That burn … More