Homesick
I am homesick for arms that have never held me, for that one special person whose love can change me.
I am homesick for eyes that have never gaze at me with a devotion that is previously unseen.
I am homesick for lips that have never touched mine, whose kisses give me the air that I need to breathe.
I am homesick for a voice that has never soothed my dreams, a voice that I have yet to meet.
I am homesick for a heart in which I have never lived, one that will shelter mine for all of time.
- Ely C. Winters. | @nosebleedclub | Feb. #21
It hit me in so many ways. Loved it. Felt it.












