coming home to another heart
should feel like crawling into a made bed
not violently kicking down the front door
there are times when loving will be a battle
but it should never be a war
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
home sweet home
coming home to another heart
should feel like crawling into a made bed
not violently kicking down the front door
there are times when loving will be a battle
but it should never be a war
