sitting under the mere sunlight that escaped from the curtains, i yearn for the things i want.
i want to be heartbroken, because to have my heart shattered by the one i loved means that it was once their hands. oh wonderful to be in their hands.
i want to trace my faith written by the stars and not get lost on the moon.
i want to cry when the sun smiles and laugh when the clouds cry.
i want to understand love songs as if I had sat under a willow tree and written them about you.
i want to make the little girl only capable of dreaming, proud of the wonders beyond her eyes.
i want to be the rainbow after one's storm.
but most of all, i want my last breath to be of pure fulfillment that I've lived a life of goodness.
YOU ARE READING
SKIN
Poetryas strong as the bones beneath, the skin of mine i am, embraced with scars, stripes, constellations, and yours as strong as skin I am. { cover drawn by yours truly }
