Solace; Thank you Poetry
I find solace in small things Quiet gestures Sweet words I feel solace against her warm body My fingers wrapped around her She exposes the words I hold in; my darkest fears, biggest fantasies I know solace when my chest rises with ease Emotions stop hindering my thought process, peace showers over me I want solace, but she’s hard to find and I’m unwise I look for her in the trees; bottom of bottles. I look for her in unknown beds with unknown bodies. I look for her where other people have said to find her but she’s never there. She usually finds me Her warm smile seduces me as we move into a whirlwind fantasy I love her and she loves me That’s why she’s my solace; because she completes me and keeps my heart at ease And I never feel like I’m in it alone, or I care too much, or that I’m doing it on my own So many of the feelings that I feel with other humans, those feelings are all gone and if I ever do feel that way she reappears to remind me th...