And those arms, I miss them.
I always do.
Those arms that held me tight at night,
when we're both dreaming;
that hushes me when nightmare haunts me.
Those arms that stops me from
making foolishness that could hurt me;
from running away from my mistakes.
Those arms that embraces my imperfections;
that protects me from critic
and taps my back that assures me everything's alright.
Those arms that protects me
from any malevolent being
and ensures my safety when we're alone.
Those arms that gave me the world
where time stands still;
and where there's only you and me;
And those arms, I always miss them.
