Boots

Can I be the soil under your roots?
Or the vine that’s growing our sweetest fruits?
Can I be the voice that settles disputes?
Can I be the rug you toss your boots?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Uhm, I love you 👀

And, we deserve a chance to fuck everything up

👀

And you can toss your boots at my pad anytime

👀

I mean kidnap me 👀

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