I don't want to go.
I don't want the seams of our love,
to be lost in the fray.
I want to stay draped in it.
a cloak from the winds,
that are sweeping this planet.
I want to stay dry,
from the rains that follow me home,
to my doorstep.
I need to keep this sacred,
not misplace it,
into stray hands.
or from those,
who wander & poach beauty,
from this world.
No one seems to see,
you & i
that we've been cut,
from the same cloth.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 10:53 PM UTC
I don't want to go.
I don't want the seams of our love,
to be lost in the fray.
I want to stay draped in it.
a cloak from the winds,
that are sweeping this planet.
I want to stay dry,
from the rains that follow me home,
to my doorstep.
I need to keep this sacred,
not misplace it,
into stray hands.
or from those,
who wander & poach beauty,
from this world.
No one seems to see,
you & i
that we've been cut,
from the same cloth.
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