My red lips hide the pain that I frequently sustain as I nervously bite my lips when I am in need.
My lace elegant black attire covers my tears and that uncontrollable ache that I just can’t forsake; and it freezes my sensitive heart when it bleeds and its yearning is so hard to maintain.
My silver and onyx rosary beads I tightly wound around my small hands and finger tips. Illuminate my life.
My world can be such a quite chaotic stir and that’s when I talk to him as often as I can. Because to me he and is divinity is the only one who truly knows me and understands.
