
In your arms, the world grows quiet,
storms hush and shadows part.
Safety blooms, gentle and silent,
a tender shield around my heart.
Here worries soften, fears disarm—
there’s nowhere safer than your arms.
A place to show my work

In your arms, the world grows quiet,
storms hush and shadows part.
Safety blooms, gentle and silent,
a tender shield around my heart.
Here worries soften, fears disarm—
there’s nowhere safer than your arms.
So beautiful Missy 💜💜💐💐💜💜
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