My love
is as beautiful as I knew she would be
silver, rough, sharp in only some places,
and she takes a bite from me every time I cry.
She understands my woes,
my fears,
and wants me always to stay.
She bites a little deeper, sometimes,
after I've been away.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
My love
is as beautiful as I knew she would be
silver, rough, sharp in only some places,
and she takes a bite from me every time I cry.
She understands my woes,
my fears,
and wants me always to stay.
She bites a little deeper, sometimes,
after I've been away.
