The wind rattles my bones again
and love, this time I'm scared
I won't reach out for fear of waking you
so I'll lie stiff in my bed hoping the rattling
doesn't break the glass within

It's not even 9pm yet
and the world sleeps soundly
unaware that lovers like you and I
rest restlessly trying to calm overactive

I cannot write anymore
Because your beauty isn't
a ghost I am trying to capture
I will let it grow, with soil, water and
the sunshine of my bleeding soul

I am a child
growing slowly
in the fire of your palms
because you do not burn
you heat, gently
I am aware of the fact
that I am home
and my heart is no longer
a homeless vagabond
 †I am calmer
I am better
I no longer argue
and the scars on my mind
have a reason to heal

All my love,Always
- your puppy
Written by Undivided_Praxis
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