If you could only imagine
what you do not want to see,
there would be enough light for you
to see it.
Enough light, as you turn to it,
from your glowing face,
shift your weight a little bit
to take the first step,
take a deep breathe
stumble, fall,
but rise.
Your eyes
guide you
through.
You will see it,
and when you do,
there will be no words to express,
no syllables could ever sound out-
that the stars love you no less,
that you're not so bad, how you turned out-
but as close as they come,
I have heard once as true:
You are your love, loving through you.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC
If you could only imagine
what you do not want to see,
there would be enough light for you
to see it.
Enough light, as you turn to it,
from your glowing face,
shift your weight a little bit
to take the first step,
take a deep breathe
stumble, fall,
but rise.
Your eyes
guide you
through.
You will see it,
and when you do,
there will be no words to express,
no syllables could ever sound out-
that the stars love you no less,
that you're not so bad, how you turned out-
but as close as they come,
I have heard once as true:
You are your love, loving through you.
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