Can I be the soil under your roots?
Or the vine that’s growing our sweetest fruits?
Can I be the voice that settles disputes?
Can I be the rug you toss your boots?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Uhm, I love you 👀
And, we deserve a chance to fuck everything up
And you can toss your boots at my pad anytime
I mean kidnap me 👀