The smell of oil burns away,
A friend has invited me over to stay.
Her home is cozy and tight but by no sense small,
When entering you'd feel comforts touch from wall, to wall, to wall.
Fresh food in the kitchen and the glow of the fire,
This is my favourite place that I truly desire.
Wine on the air and hearty food on large plates,
An oasis of good intentions washes away my mistakes.
We share stories and gossip about our day-to-day things,
I go to her piano and while I play, she sings.
We snuggle up in a blanket fort under sheet,
Ocassionally others would join us and our day would feel complete.
About the Creator
Falcon
Family is everything to me, I do this in the hope I can one day to support them. You'll find short stories and tantalizing prologues. Sickly dark humour and honest realism. A wannabe writer testing the waters.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges6 days ago in Psyche
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