In your arms

1500027469429

My dream home isn’t a mansion

with golden walkways and porcelain tiles.

It isn’t a beach house,

waking up to the sound of crashing waves

day by day.

It isn’t a humble cottage in the countryside

with marshmallows by a campfire

and stars in the night sky.

The only place I  wish to be,

the only home I’d ever dream of,

is to be in your arms,

encapsulated in a warm embrace

that never ceases to

let go.

— An anonymous escape from

***

Art by @dvrkshines (Instagram) 

 

8 thoughts on “In your arms

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s