The sunlight splashed
upon your cheek illuminating a truth I had yet to behold. For bathed in light and birthed by warmth was the smile of an angel, descended from stars and forged by flames, sent from He who has given us the love that had overwhelmed my heart and entered my soul, carrying me to this present moment, where time would sleep and my spirit would wake as sunlight splashed upon your cheek.
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I'm sorry I say
over and over again. I can't stop apologizing for the things I have done, haven't done, won't do will forget to do, will eventually do, was destined to do, yet all she says is Stop Stop Stop. I stare into the books of her eyes, the story of her life written in a spiral inside the stormy iris, clouded by the mistakes she made. I made, we all made on this tiny little Earth, in this tiny little galaxy in this tiny little universe inside the stormy iris of a God who perhaps can make mistakes too. |
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October 2019
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