this woman never falls asleep
she lays awake
and waits
for the one she really needs
it was
the sweater of her love
that closed her eyes
a comforting smell
that calmed her by surprise
and
now she's already reaching
for hands she barely touched
still
she's already sleeping
and it doesn't needed much
just a little trace of
what she wants to place
right next to her
so I'm glad that
before you leave
you always left your
sweater for me
YOU ARE READING
it's her.
Poetryit's about a women as liquid as the sea, brighter than the first light, your very own sun it's about a girl braver than a pack of wolves, stronger than the ones she feared and still warmer than your heart could feel it's a universe, a passion it's...
