you are loved
much more than you know.
much more deeply
more widely
more evervescently
if i could kiss your
fingertips with
the grace of a butterfly
even those would
penetrate through you
and live on your body
like a shadow
following you and putting
down a carpet of stars
for you to walk on
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
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