Your name on my tongue is a prayer
I asked God to let me have you
If I was deserving
But as I prostrated
I failed to realise that prayer was a hex
Because all along it was you who didn't deserve me
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For the Sun of your Skin
ParanormalA poetry collection about what it feels like to be loved by the sun, for the scars, the brown and gold that is left as a memorabilia on your skin.
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Your name on my tongue is a prayer
I asked God to let me have you
If I was deserving
But as I prostrated
I failed to realise that prayer was a hex
Because all along it was you who didn't deserve me
