You are the sun's ray peering through the angry clouds.
You are the needle of truth in the haystack of doubts.
I am just a green blade in the
rainbow-colored field of flowers
yet you stared at me.
I am a desert, nothing to be clapped for but for you I'm a paradise worth to see.
You kissed my scarred lips and swallowed the tragedies
I used to curse.
Your hug is my sanctuary,
so warm that it unveils
the three words.
You told me I'm so beautiful
and you don't deserve me.
But it's the other way around
can't you see?
-what did I do to deserve you?
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoesieHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
