We were made of skeleton
and dust
and atoms.
And someday
that same skeleton
will filled the Earth
with bright memories.
And that same dust
will ascend above
to make the stars flicker
in the night sky.
Because even the smallest
particle of our being
was made for something,
a part of grandest
design.
YOU ARE READING
Stitches and Wounds
PoetryI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
