by Renee Overstreet | Feb 15, 2014 | Blogs, Poems, Renee Overstreet
Baby, I can’t explain a lot of silly things I do. I can also feel the pain every time that I hurt you. My shortcomings must be difficult for your love to endure. But when you hold me in your arms I know that I am yours. I am yours in the morning when your hair...
