Scuffed, cut, scraped, bleeding, Hitched to tumbling heartache, I was dragged for many miles, With no way to cut the chain. I want to lay on clean linen, Hear soothing words by my side, Fingers to brush away my hair, Lips on my forehead. Healing broth to my lips, A cool cloth across my brow, The voice telling me to rest, Into relief and gentle sleep. Warmth getting hot on my arm, Drowsy eyes open to the sun, An arm pulls me close from behind, Tears, so happy, fill my eyes.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Oct 2013 02:12:30 +0000