it's hard for me to let you go,
you look like an angel
--a deviant against God,
beautiful and forbidden
--against impermanence
ever-lasting;
a taste of ambrosia
a touch of Midas; gold
--yet rarer than the birds
that seem to circle around
--your crown;
not of thorns,
but early morning dew
and the fruits you bear;
not of love,
but grief
--and indelible prints
pressed on your skin...
you make my heart beat,
for once it never moved,
until my shadow was seen.
it's hard for me to let you go.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
it's hard for me to let you go,
you look like an angel
--a deviant against God,
beautiful and forbidden
--against impermanence
ever-lasting;
a taste of ambrosia
a touch of Midas; gold
--yet rarer than the birds
that seem to circle around
--your crown;
not of thorns,
but early morning dew
and the fruits you bear;
not of love,
but grief
--and indelible prints
pressed on your skin...
you make my heart beat,
for once it never moved,
until my shadow was seen.
it's hard for me to let you go.
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