How beautiful you are to think you have won.
To think you have taken from me the very thing you are missing.
My worth cannot be stripped, stolen or replicated.
To say you have won would be to say you have reached between my ribs of armor.
As if I allowed you deep enough in me to feel what it's like to be a Goddess.
How beautiful you are to think you have scratched even the surface of my being.
kmp
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
How beautiful you are to think you have won.
To think you have taken from me the very thing you are missing.
My worth cannot be stripped, stolen or replicated.
To say you have won would be to say you have reached between my ribs of armor.
As if I allowed you deep enough in me to feel what it's like to be a Goddess.
How beautiful you are to think you have scratched even the surface of my being.
kmp
