Whenever HE is not running through my head
YOU are running through my body
I don't enjoy YOUR company like I enjoy HIS
YOU'RE the one who made my skin raw
YOU'RE the one who painted black spots over my eyes
And HE is brave enough to look into them
HE will plant gardens in my raw skin to make it beautiful again
YOU have tainted my dreams and I wish HE could fix that
But HE can't
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YOU ARE READING
• Human •
PoetryYou are a complex universe, and I am just a star connecting one of your complex constellations. I hope to own my own universe someday.
