It’s a confession.
I won’t do it once. I will repeat
But I forget – you know me…
Your silly girl…your confident woman –
She runs, and runs, and runs…
Falls, stumbles, crushes –
Knees torn apart – bleeding horribly
Skin scraped…eyes tingle
But all in giggles and smiles
Pick up! Pick up the pieces
The shattered crystal –
Run. Run! RUN!
The sun is up. The skies are blazing.
The scent of her enchanted sea –
Indescribable.
A scrawny brat. An inner clever child.
You know me – your little imp –
Yours – yours alone!
Come hell and high water
I won’t turn away
I won’t walk away
Be it young child. Be it a wise hag.
Be it a whore or a lover –
I stay. I stay and knit
A pompous thank you
Since, you, my deity,
Favor them such.
Pick up ! Pick up the pieces…
Come hell and high water, I won’t turn away…
Wonderful !
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Pleasant reading 😊
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