Milady

You know something?

I’ve never been angry at you.

All these times.

Not once.

Never.

I think that speaks something about you.

You’re as light as they come.

A glitter of the rising sun,

straight onto the cheeks.

A flower aware of its vulnerability.

A river still on its deepest.

A beautiful creature surrendering to the stars-

we’re howl away from kissing the moon,

a yell too far from your wrist,

but they still call writers crazy.

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