|image courtesy of Theme Thursday|
On my soft breast you wearily lay
I cradle you gently as you drift to sleep
You whisper your secrets that I vow to keep.
When you are lonely, I mop up your tears
When ghosts come to haunt you, I hold back the fears
When you are angry and punch with your fist
I just absorb what I cannot resist.
I'm soft at my hardest, down right to my core
I know only to yield and can give you no more.
submitted for Thursday Think Tank #55 at Poets United
and for Theme Thursday, Soft