Scrape my soul with your tongue— I know you'll be here forever. Your eyes cannot lie when you feel this way. I just love you.
I'd make you into an altar. A centerpiece for my vanity. A worshiped statue beloved by a devotee. Secret letters written at dusk. Your body clung into mine as we talked about it.
At one point I was just your artist. Seen as someone who did nice favors, and made you pretty pictures. Now, I'm still an artist, but focused on new things. Focused on the future with you— Our future together.
You are mine, as I am yours.
Balanced within each other's embrace I cling to you.
Through sickness and health
I do.
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Resilient Spirit
ПоэзияA collection of poetry and prose crafted during a time of grief, love, and confusion. (my diary for everyone to read) Updated every week! ♡