Let me be the foundation that holds you when you are falling apart.
Let me be shelter that harbors you from every storm.
Let me be the wave you crash into when you are out of control.
Let me be the star you gaze on when you need comfort.
Let me be the rain that douses your angry flames.
Let me be the pillow you hug and let your tears fall into.
Let me be the best friend you tell your every confidence to.
Let me be the mirror that highlights your beauty.
Let me be the blanket that is wrapped around your nudity.
Let me be the safe place your weary heart rests and is kept forever.
About the Creator
Mars Saint
I'm a writer. It's how I express feelings I can't say. It's where I feel most at home. I'm an author and a graphic designer as well so snippets of my teasers and novels will make it on this site too.
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