I will wear the moon and sun around my ankles
like ball and chain shackles
Bare their weight with every step towards you
to show you we are in this together
I don't intend to ever be freed
from your checkered past
The cuts are too deep, the smell of death too strong
but I long for a future with you
I will keep watch during every shadow filled night
from the rooftops - telescope in sweaty hand
to make sure you can rest easy
but I hope one day to sleep peacefully beside you
YOU ARE READING
Loose Teeth
PoetryA poetry collection about the art of letting go and changing under the stains of time. You lose little pieces of who you were in order to evolve. Pull those loose teeth, and make room for something better. Let's grow together.
