"The day you dared say I didn't love you. How could you? I mean, bless your heart for being able to say that with all these dead witnesses watching our love from afar. Ask the peaking sun through the horizons that adored your face every morning with its silk rays of blessings on how I watched on, admired the good lords creation. Ask the sky how many time I've looked up to it, ask it if you were okay and if it would watch over you for me. When it came to you, i was gods child, praying for your selcouth heart, not to be touched by any change. on other days, I was whispering the moon in hazy nights, how I only wanted the good for you, and how that scared me, because I know I'm not always good. But I try, I know that, I try, and thats enough for me. I hope it's enough for you too. It was god who I spoke to and told about this kalon love I carry around with me for you, how it's gonna be the death of me, and how I don't mind. For you, I'd do it a 100 times over and over again."
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Poetrya book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
