Heart-lit, little star-glows, holding all of the universe in their young, galaxy-dust laden hands changing, an until-now-thought predestined plan..
launched, at me like love-laced little mortar rounds, sent by something.. all-too-sneaky, maternal--
lips, oh my goodness.. this is all so very unfair.
And all I wanted to do is just leave. and all I wanted to do is just sneak away, unloved. Maybe in the next life, though, I doubt it--
those angels that she talks to.. they are as sneaky as she is
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket. She wears a cross around her neck. Yes, the hair is from a little boy, and the cross- from someone she has not met..
well.. not yet. Says, she talks to angels, says, they all know her name. https://youtu.be/lgYTTM6BfjU