he once sat me down.
and looked me deeply in my eyes.
i was rendered speechless.
for all of my words have escaped me.
he then read to me holy words.
holy words from his holy book.
and i was never that big of a believer of god.
but in that moment...
in that moment of him looking upon me.
and reading to me his holy words.
i felt holy.
i felt that there must be a higher power.
a god above.
for how he spoke to me.
for how he looked at me.
why would he do so?
if only...
i wish for him to do it again.
read to be beautiful words to the point i feel lost...
and found again.
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ghost poetry
Poésieif you're into sad poems , poems about love , poems about life , or just poems in general then you might like this book. i don't expect this to blow up or anything, i honestly just write for fun , and i wanted to post some of the things i wrote , so...
