Primrose air silent
Kisses not wasted
Touching the sky
With words like poems
We try to roll out of bed
Better in your arms instead
We break the chances
Of flight
Holding
Glowing everything will be right
Tangled yet talented she said
Hair long flowing on your bed
Friends the fuel that keeps me fed
Liars left laughing gods will instead
Staying home is a luxury
I'm going to the laundry mat she said
Not what I was expecting
Rushing through my head
Tiny hands holding on
With the strength of letting go