December 2011
8 posts
I found this poem I wrote like 6 years ago...
Beautiful, Confident
Forest eyes and sculpted features obviously fashioned just for me
Real, Honest
Come to me and come to me again
Life and laughter enter me as darkness and pity leave
I will be your queen if you will be my king
king of my breast and lips
king of tears and sorrow
Beloved how we will learn and always fly towards the sun
Beautiful, slightly dark paint/ ink artist →
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