from your memoryA Poem by FaeryQueenots
it's different...
when you're finally able to feel like somebody- it- changes you. makes you into who you're ought to be... and after all the things are done, you look back on them and realize they all make sense they all pertain to the main focus of your being here of your existence on this planet dear god, you are my safe-house my lighthouse my statue of liberty, with you i can do all things through you, my strength can be found i used to be so careless with my words, before i told myself i picked them like i pick everything else scrambled and unsure of their meaning but now oh my! the words i choose are of the upmost ripe and so i must say them for i fear there will come a time when the words will go sour and there will be no place left for them any longer your mom is the most wondrous person i've ever met, love and no, i'm not just saying that coz i've never been out you know i've never been out much but your mom is a special flower as soon as i stepped in- i was already nervous but as soon as i stepped in, every hesitation went away and seeing as how it was the first time i met your mother yes, there were some nerve residue left my only regret was not spending as much time with her as i spent with you i care about that too ya know i wanna get to know her and what you said of her- you both deserve the world's love i'm always at your hip, aren't i? i need to be with you, do you see that now? your face is etched in the palms of my hands if i miss you, i can just look at them both two halves of a whole you are the only thing that makes sense to me and i swear, for the sake of all mankind and their constant fissures; i will not conform
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