
Sometimes
I wish
You could hold me
That you’d understand
Everything
I don’t have
The words to say
That I could rest easy
My head upon your chest
In the tender solace
Of silence
The safe space of you
Knowing
It’s all gonna be ok
By S.M. Klees
Not ashamed to say I need this.
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