Most things come from sparks.
We are dead stars and old light,
But you are a flame.
You remind me of
The scent of rosewater smoke
Burning from candles.
Starless skies make me
Terrified of what will come.
You are the one sun.
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Bent Roses
PoetryBent Roses is a poetry collection about familial devotion, love, and misery. It is about those nights when everyone gets home late and the first thing they say to each other is good morning. It is about believing in another person when you shouldn't...
