This loop of unending unity
for the moment I put it on,
never has it left the
digit of my palm..
mostly due to the time of
our unity I have gained many
a pound, and my
sticks became sausage fingers.
though it has bent it has never
broken like our unity.
We mould to the changing of time..
And I still love you more than when
I put this halo of
love upon my palm....
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
This loop of unending unity
for the moment I put it on,
never has it left the
digit of my palm..
mostly due to the time of
our unity I have gained many
a pound, and my
sticks became sausage fingers.
though it has bent it has never
broken like our unity.
We mould to the changing of time..
And I still love you more than when
I put this halo of
love upon my palm....
