i plead to the skies - more, more, more -
the winds howl back in answer to my call.
and each time I cry beneath the stars, i wonder:
did Maker know, when He shaped the heavens,
what the heavens would witness?
for etched into my skin are reminders,
the cold touch,
the burning scent,
the salty taste,
of someone who will block me…
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 7:18 PM UTC
i plead to the skies - more, more, more -
the winds howl back in answer to my call.
and each time I cry beneath the stars, i wonder:
did Maker know, when He shaped the heavens,
what the heavens would witness?
for etched into my skin are reminders,
the cold touch,
the burning scent,
the salty taste,
of someone who will block me…
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