token
he gave worth to love
no longer crying like a mourning dove
he taught me happiness
and touched me with tenderness
the calmness of his breath
had me high on meth
his eyes a beautiful shade of blue
the perfect view
his voice always so deep
all restless thoughts piled into a heap
oh how i never want this broken
he is my token
a token of my love.
Copyright © Emily Whybrow | Year Posted 2023
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