inside, burning

i am the many faces of your mate
nearly making you cry with the saddest stories or
sometimes the song that warms you up
if you need a smile i am your joking jester
dancing for you when you plead for entertainment
enering the kitchen as your private chef each night
buying you the ice cream you want now i know your favorite flavor
unless you need something killed which i would also do
really ready to take you out anywhere fun or just
nest on the couch when you want to just decompress
in case you need a hug i am always near
need a companion for any of your trials, dear?
got me right here
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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