Jul 2018
Who stole my thunder,
Who christened the ground with their footprints where mine should have been?
The holy heat of my words spreading up your spine, kissing your fingertips with friction...making the hair on your arms rise.
I could make you say amen but the sound of your rain is prayer enough.
Blessed is the air that graces your skin between touching and going...the light that you bring and leave with
You never stay but God the intensity is shocking
Who christened the ground with their footprints where mine should have been?
The holy heat of my words spreading up your spine, kissing your fingertips with friction...making the hair on your arms rise.
I could make you say amen but the sound of your rain is prayer enough.
Blessed is the air that graces your skin between touching and going...the light that you bring and leave with
You never stay but God the intensity is shocking
Hello guys! I'm just somehow learning my poem "Loyalty" got over 200 likes And was posted as a daily poem?! All I can say is how shocked I was to see that after not being on for two months, and the only thing I can think to say is thank you all so MUCH.
This poem..actually means the world to me. Love is such an otherworldly thing and the truest kind can bring you to your knees and make you believe in God. So this poem is a tribute to that. To all that you are mein Herz and mein alles, I love you Ewig.
This poem..actually means the world to me. Love is such an otherworldly thing and the truest kind can bring you to your knees and make you believe in God. So this poem is a tribute to that. To all that you are mein Herz and mein alles, I love you Ewig.
