Poem: Big Top
Big Top
This is what they call freedom.
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word count: 75
Lying here in your arms
I point out the constellations;
Names made up, we've created them,
Stars painted on the big top.
Inside our own private universe,
Away from prying eyes,
We are free to be ourselves.
No more expectations or demands,
You are a balm after the world,
Like velvet on my soul.
And in your arms, I feel
Like I can finally soar.
This is what they call freedom.
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word count: 75
Lying here in your arms
I point out the constellations;
Names made up, we've created them,
Stars painted on the big top.
Inside our own private universe,
Away from prying eyes,
We are free to be ourselves.
No more expectations or demands,
You are a balm after the world,
Like velvet on my soul.
And in your arms, I feel
Like I can finally soar.