In Your Arms

I would love to be in your arms right now…head on your chest…comforted by the air circulating thru you as you take a breath….my body rubbed by your strong hands as I drift off to sleep.
Lullabied by such sweet simple pleasantries

For Years

For years she missed out on the greatest part of herself because she gave him her heart.

For many years, up the ladder he went, then he left her the first chance he got.

Incomplete

I, the pieces of the puzzle.
You, the glue that holds me together.
Without you, I would fall apart.
Pieces of me…scattered.
Lost.
I need you.