we were lost in the thrill,
of being loved.
too sick and astray,
to see our way through.
and by the end of it all,
we were bruised,
and scarred.
but happy and
full of love and hope
at the same time.
we might've been lost,
in each other's touch,
and feel -
but our love,
showed through,
healing us of our wounds,
and setting us free.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
