Honey / Poem

on nights such as this / I slow dance with the things you do not like about yourself / and I build them a home / and I call them something sweet / honey / and I tuck them into bed while singing them a lullaby / sing until they fall asleep / in the hopes it will make you dream of me when you join them / honey

This is completely unlike me, but I woke up at 10:40am today and now time feels wobbly because it’s pretty much afternoon and all I’ve done today is make porridge. What a life.

Sarah xx

p.s. the porridge is good, though.

By Sarah

My name is Sarah and I’m a twenty two year old who loves Jesus first and foremost, finds joy in the simple things, and appreciates a good metaphor and oxford comma.

I blog three times a week at

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