I'll cut through your flaws,
To your share of scars
Now I am an astronaut,
Who's lost in your stars
I'm past through your cracks -
The crevices within,
But dear, in your brokenness,
Sweet starlight spilled in
And page after page
Where your thoughts collide,
These words I shall offer,
To you, I'll confide -
You can strip off your skin,
As well as your bones,
For darling, you're nothing,
But a beautiful soul
YOU ARE READING
Depth of Me •••#Wattys2018•••
Poetry"I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone." cover drawing by: Carolina Roda
