Hope finds me Like a lurking child fingers wiggle under the door crack Shards of light break through Hope finds me A glimmer of sunlight Reflecting off a droplet of dew It makes home in my heart Whether I like it it not -Saschia
Daily Archives: March 28, 2020
The Night
The night is where he hides He’s open to me From a distance It’s always one of us Pushing the other In someway But when the numb comes It comes The only option Is to write it away
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