building
Ive built myself a foundation made of
much more stable stuff
than dreams, failed promises
and misplaced trust.
I sat for hours and poured concrete
rubbed my hands raw pounding nails
and hewing timber
not to cage you but to
give you a suitable place
to call home.
I poured my blood, my sweat, my tears
into the telling
and was repaid with sunshine, laughter and intent.
I dont have to wait idly for a tidal wave to
sweep me out to see and
send me spinning.
I have you right where I want you
and you dont need anything from me
but me.
Couch cuddles and midnight snuggles
and a place to come home to
nightly.
🙂 what a lovely thing to build.
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🙂 what a lovely thing to build.
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