your bodys made of dust
havent you noticed?
no one even looks your way anymore,
let alone even blink in your direction
you take pride in moving so faithfully even god cant bear to look at you
"your so full of sin" they say
"go look at the stars, upon your god" they portray
so when the moonlight calls into its deepest hour
you paint yourself in the souls true colors, walk out to sea and gaze into the sky
you beg for forgiveness and the stars gaze back at you
god can look at you again
YOU ARE READING
For what ?
PoetryA book i've been working on since 2017. About my confusing and a mess of feelings , its still a work in progress. Contains songs and poetry , things you might find "relatable" perhaps. Thankyou for reading !
