Forehead kisses
I would burrow my head in your chest
and hibernate through all seasons
You loved me with strong warm arms
and When I was sad you would
hold my chin between finger and thumb
You would stroke my hair
forehead kisses
How you would tell me to stop being silly,
forehead kisses
How I felt sick to the stomach
at
how you felt more like a father than a lover to me,
in the end.
I was home with you but I wanted to run away,
I know little girls grow into women,
But you kept saying,
Stay, stay, stay.
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