The god of cuddles

[grainnewyn]

If we worshiped gods nowadays, he would be the god of cuddles.
In his arms I found home for a while, that I couldn't find with the others'.
Now it's said and done, but I look back and smile as I see him
Smiling back at me from the other side of the river.

I don't know if I ever find something like that. Maybe there'll be something better.
I will wake up broken and tired, but I need these words to be settled,
To be said, cause when my thoughts become dark and uneven, -
I need to remember this feeling of peace and freedom.

If there are demons posessing us, longing and lust are his demons.
Longing for love, longing for stars, lust for things that can thrill us.
He infused me with this. Or maybe, I was already infected.
But no anger left in my heart. I barely even regret, that

No more gods of cuddles for me, now I am the cuddles' goddess,
Giving love to everything that can breathe, taking away their troubles,
Like shiny bubbles, they pop, disappearing and causing rainbows.
I make a good goddess one day, I hope.
And I hope it's me he remembers.