i do not want to lay the world
under your feet
i want to sleep inside your heart
hug your bones tightly as our heat dances around
hum you lullabies
watch you sleep
make you tea
stitch your wounds
i want to see your insides and find out your deepest parts
i want to be your world
and lay under your feet
YOU ARE READING
lovesick
Poetryeat up my heart honey, feed it to the birds. i don't need it anyway. it hasn't done me any good.
