I Bleed Words Sometimes

Cradle me slow

Embrace

It’s three in the morning. I've been waiting for your sweet embrace.

I wish I didn't need it to find my rest.

But love does that to you, I guess.

 

No, I won’t implore you to let me melt.

I’ll pretend I was sleeping.

Until you slip in, turn your back on me to find your dreams.

 

Your presence beside me is all I need.

To let me know I'm safe.

To let me believe everything will be OK.

To let me breathe without feeling imprisoned.

 

It’s three in the morning. I've been waiting for your sweet embrace.

And when you hold me in your arms, I’ll sleep like a baby.

You’re my cocoon.

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One response

  1. How beautiful a feeling is it to be bound by someone, the true freedom.

    January 25, 2013 at 12:08 pm

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