Happy place…
My happy place, to hide, in times of sorrow? Easy. I only have to run back to the memory of your open arms, and soft voice… “Come here” whispered with confidence that I’d snuggle against your reassuring chest.
My happy place, to hide, in times of sorrow? Easy. I only have to run back to the memory of your open arms, and soft voice… “Come here” whispered with confidence that I’d snuggle against your reassuring chest.