A touch babe
I’m distracted with the distance of things
Out of sorts
Though I would not call it so
But lately
Time does seem to keep a strange measure
The day goes not too long
Nor the night too short
But over all a twilight’s settled
For I fear I have lost you in the comings and goings of little things
Inconsequential
Things having little weight and slight meaning
I need the strength of your vulnerability
Your softness
To pull me back from my headstrong and reckless
Let me lay back in your arms
And whisper to me the old dreams
Our first dreams
Tenderly
For I need to know you still believe
That you still dream
A dream of me
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Summary:
Rekindling flames
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hello dearest Joe this is beautiful I love your own vulnerability here 💕
Everyone would like reassurance sometimes. We always say I love you but sometimes our inner child needs to be shown. 🌼
Too few actually speak their vulnerability & ask for what’s needed. The beauty in the honesty of this is breathtaking
A little honesty saves a lot of heartache. People grow, change, get caught up in different things. Remembering the beginning, when everything was just a dream…is honest measure.🌼