Chip away at my blocks. I can be a little hard at first, But these layers get softer with time.
Come throw your arms around my waist. Make me your home. Find your safe space.
“It’s that cold edge that tips on my back”
But promise me when you see it,
You won’t run and you’ll relax.
You’re like the q tip to my ear.
You make it easier by chasing facts,
The mirror of a lover,
That doesn’t just want to wear you like hats.
But makes your sunflowers bloom,
And water sweet even if it’s tap.
I’m a real soft bird, with wings that are sore
It’s not intentional, but you are what I adore
You’re not less you already see at my core.
You’re the kind of jet I want to see soar.
A Journal / thought - blog by Doxy 