the river is a bed
for restless feelings rest
your wrists
endless source of a accident
about to never happen
i longed for your words,
prettiest patterns
carefully laid down
on a velvet paved road
that leads me home
I longed for rest
a bed made on your warm breast
I blamed you for my long wait
and the poetry of everything
silently occupies the space you once
called home
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I longed for your words prettiest patterns carefully laid down on a velvet paved road that leads me home. beautiful quote. enjoyed the read