With those hands
He built me a home
A home that would follow
Wherever we'd go
Under the blankets
Surrounded by stars
He was my home
A home I would cherish
Until it was sold
Because something about me
Had just gotten old
And with those same hands
He tore open my heart
And here I am
Right back at the start
YOU ARE READING
Deepest Thoughts
Poetrythese are simply the words that come to me at 2 in the morning laying in bed. -rebekah riley
