Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, November 22, 2019

sweet love

I need a little sunshine
for the melancholy blue,
I need your sweet love
to see me through.

I felt a little weak
as my heart knew despair
but knowing you were here
made the darkness disappear.

It was your tenderness
like a wave through by body
a tenderness and peace
that was far from naughty.

I pulled my pillow closer
and closed my eyes once more
on this journey we call life
you're my marshmallow s'more.

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