Tender Sweet Still without teeth You are as soft As a clean bedsheet Skin unblemished Eyes so bright You embody the innocence of life

You are fragile So easy to break Your body is small and delicate I love your smile Your laugh and gurgle Lips so pink they seem to sparkle

You crawl and cry I sing lullabies You sleep so quiet I watch in silence

You do not suffer like the rest of us Even the life you live is

Soft

I miss the days of easy intimacy When I could step out of class and right into an embrace, When lunchtimes could be spent with an easy arm over my shoulder, When free moments came with hair ruffles And cuddle puddles atop beanbags. Giggles in the air, shuffling to get comfortable, until The rest. I miss that tranquility of intimacy. When a hand would trace slow circles on my knee, When fingers would aimlessly twirl their way through my hair, When my head would rise and fall to the breathes on someone’s chest, When I could close my eyes And rest.

What do you consider to be softness? Is it the way the clouds brush the horizon at dusk? Or the foam of the waves crashing on the shore? Do you consider softness to be the touch of your love? Or perhaps you consider softness to be the back of a kitten Maybe to you softness is a light reasurring voice. Or a dimly lit library. Sofness to you could be lying in the grass staring at the stars. Or could it possibly be just lying in his arms? For I could continue your guess what softness is to you and you could do the same to me. But for now, Lets be eachothers softness For with you, softness is key.

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I let you in against my better judgment. My femininity came with talons So if I was meant to be a dainty thing, I shredded those expectations Long before my womanhood blossomed.

I thought you were going to prove me right, Like every Mr. Wrong before you. When I kick you to the curb, You find a way under my fences And shine light on the parts of me I felt only deserved darkness.

You took my heart of stone And chiseled it into an open door. You waltzed in with your simple charm And made my insides feel like butterflies were emerging from a lonely winter, Soul lighter than a feather.

i’d be the fuzz on your peach

if you wanted me to

we could live a soft life

two kids & a farm will do

cows, horses, chickens

and a garden that’s true

chase eachother by the river

climb a tree or two

i yearn for a soft life

with two kids and you

I don’t like you not like that I decided that a while ago I liked you a lot but then I stopped and now I like him but still there’s this softness between us I used to think that maybe you liked me back and I still wonder if you still do but why would that matter to me I don’t like you anymore not like that you’re still great we’re still kind of friends like we’ve been but I don’t have a crush on you I don’t want to hold your hand or kiss you or look into your eyes I want to do that with him I think but with him I know I don’t have a chance a small part of me thinks I do but that’s the delusional part of me I’m pretty sure he’s with her they’re together he doesn’t think about me we’ve never even talked to each other so why would he? it was a dumb idea but you? I don’t know there might still be a chance I still think you’re sweet and funny I still think your eyes your big blue eyes are gorgeous and your smile still makes me smile but I don’t like you not like that there’s a softness between us a softness I feel yesterday when we were doing karaoke and looked you in the eyes as I sang along oblivious of what was happening at the time but now I’ve realized maybe that was a moment a moment between us a moment of softness a connection but I still don’t like you I like him he’s so tall and pretty and that smile is lethal and the way he adjusts his glasses but no he’s with her maybe they’re rumors, I guess but still he might be with her he might not be all mine he never was mine so I should stop that’s probably a good idea there’s nothing between us the delusional part of me might think so but there isn’t it’s one sided there’s no mutual love no softness from him he doesn’t smile at me his face doesn’t light up when he sees me when he looks at me no, he doesn’t look at me it’s just me but with you? it might not be I don’t like you not like that but I still think there’s something between us there’s something there something we both have wanted to explore but we haven’t and it just kinda faded away from me but it’s back now it’s still there that softness? that kindness? that love? that could be a thing an actual thing a thing between us I may not like you like that but there’s still warmth you still make me smile you make me laugh you make me feel happy isn’t that what love is? this isn’t love but it could be maybe only if you think so too maybe one day I’ll like you again like, like you and maybe one day you’ll like me back maybe you already do who knows? but that could be something that could mean something more than just warmth and kindness and softness more than that

Softness is the feeling Of warm blankets Next to the fire place On a cold snowy day

Softness is the shade Where we have picnics And chat About the beautiful weather

Softness is the hug From a loved one When we are sad Or just glad to see them

Softness is the dinner table With family Eating a home cooked meal Surrounded by love

Softness is the feeling Of comfort and compassion Softness is the feeling When everything is at peace

The heart can be a weapon A very well known tool A supporting factor The perfect side kick But it’s also our weak point Our vulnerable spot People see how kind and pure Our heart has become It scares them That something can be that pure So they attack it They try and hurt it anyone they can It’s a continuous cycle that will forever continue But We get used to it We build those obsidian walls We get stronger Because there’s one thing for sure You can’t let them get your heart Yes It’s too big for our own good But We can’t do it without each other

There she is. Naked. Walking towards me from our bathroom. It’s 8 P.M. and you can see the sun setting through the blinds. The last of the sun’s rays cast themselves across her skin. Smooth. She crawls on the bed. On top of me. My fingers caress every inch of her body. Her skin.
Soft. My wife.

Sunshine cascades in through my bedroom window. I lie awake, still. I hate these early mornings. The everlasting softness of my bed comforts me. I never want to leave. I throw off the covers, a chill courses through my body. The alarm finally ceases its incessant beeping. I crawl back into bed, feeling Soft and Warm once again.