To the arms of your beloved..
To the warmth of mother’s smother.
To the swamp of friends..
Who will catch you as you fall behind.
Who will ground you on a desired find.
To the land of hopes..
Gripping on the rope tightly.
Give up a fair fight before it elopes.
Back to the times..
When someone held your fingers..
And gave a nudge to walk.
Laughter echoes while hearts applauded looking at you talk.
To the farm house..
Surrounded by your cousins lot..
Where you fought , shout , and slept cuddling each other.
Where all that meant was spending as much time together.
To the midnight charms..
To the calms beyond the lusciousness.
To the now you won’t believe…
How we obnoxiously rekindled kindness.
How we unknowingly forgot to be satisfied..
And instead ran away from our own slot of forgiveness.