Oh if you'd hurt
yourself
I'll fix you.
Darling if you'd lose
yourself
I'll find you.
Oh if you'd belittle
yourself
I'll uphold you.
In anyway you see
yourself
gold
dust,
in all ways
I will
love you.
YOU ARE READING
Soliloquy
Şiironly words bleed and I need all of it to feel alive. HR: #150 in Poetry
