Nov 6, 2007

{I'm bad at titles}

A dimond glitters
Just beyond my reach
Until I finally grasped it
Claiming it mine.

A soft stuffed-animal
I wasn't allowed to cuttle for years
Until I was finally given permission
I hold it every second I can.

A comfortable place
Locked beyond a door for so long
I found the key
I want to lay there forever.

A feeling inside
Bottled until the perfect moment
And it has now been unleashed.
I Love You
It's really old, but definately needs to be revised, any ideas?

1 comment:

Blessedbyfalling said...

cuttle.... or cuddle??
wtg sissie lol