June 10, 2024. 3:07 AM
You don't want me, babe
You can't have me
I'm too much for you to handle
I'm too hot for you to touch
I'm a candle, I'm the sun, I'm the darkness
Mother earth they call me
They pray to me, they chant to me
I'm the sun and the darkness
They offer sacrifices in the name of this goddess
If it's your calling, try harder
On your knees, you're commanded
Pray harder, maybe some day I would actually answer
YOU ARE READING
Stuff I write
PoetryCollection of old and new written pieces from my notebooks.-IssyVaal
