During this week, I'm working on trying to write everyday. Below is a poem I wrote on Monday:
He gently cradled my face
in his steady hands.
His lips brushed my forehead,
His words washed over me,
soothing my worrisome heart.
They gave me comfort and
filled me with hope.
The entire world
melted away by only
his voice.
And so, through the tears,
I smiled and I kissed him.
For the soft whisphers
he spoke,
Held only truth.
And the truth is all
I will ever need.
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