Perched

Perched On my heart you perchedLeaving patches of hurtFor when you flew you drewA line so fineBetween real and mean. -Kukunda-

Perched

On my heart you perchedLeaving patches of hurtFor when you flew you drewA line so fineBetween real and mean.

When I cried

When I cried your shoulder was not enough not your hefty hairy chest or sturdy arms could soothe my ache When I cried I wanted to disappear lose myself and drown my pain uncertainty and fears to melt and in my fluid state flow until I was evaporated in the heat of our passion.