prayers for the heart
I'm on my knees and I beg for the heavens to hear me,
Please take this thorn away from the thing that beats me life in the form of crimson paint.
Please fill its bottomless pit of something lightweight enough to let me fly up from this hole that held me hostage.
Please help it dance again to the rhythm of joy and help it unlearn feeling bliss from blues.
Please, oh God, the celestials bestowing us light in the dark, please tell the Almighty the whispers of this shell carrying this rotting heart.
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moonlit wounds and words (you are celestial #1)
Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
