The Scars Are Telling Poem by Not Long Left

arms that cradle me longer and tighter,
troughout the night,
touch and closeness in the day takes plight.
feeling become pressured and strained,
till all i can think about is some sort of change,
is this why our emotions surrender themselves,
to dreams,
is this why our love is falling apart at the seams.

taking notice of young kids spitting gallons
upon the street,
but unable to smell the sweet breath
of innocence.
i am happy living in a world
full of words and wine,
reluctant to leave this utopia,
everything feels fine.

let the hands and arms,
disarm me,
keep me feeling wanted,
let the hands and arms,
disarm me,
stop me feeling dissapointed.

let me swoon to the lullaby,
of a child sleeping sigh.