Rest assured that my tears symbolize the effort and prayer I have put into your happiness
Rest with ease to know that my dirty hands emphasize the willingness to work hard for your love
Place yourself upon a throne that I can so eagerly bow upon
Grape by grape, I will treat you like a king
But I cannot lick your boots if you don't let me down on my knees
I cannot praise your simple breath if you hold it whenever I'm around
You cannot be my King if I'm not your Queen
I cannot be a believer of your preaching if you don't let yourself become my God
So I beg of you, let me feed you let me bathe you with affection and oh please give me faith
Oh, my love, give me purpose
YOU ARE READING
please don't tell my mom I stole her car in 2015 to drive to Chicago at 4 a.m.
Poetry"we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race."
