I can’t sleep in this bed tonight
Without you here
And your side is empty now
Sagittarius, the archer of lore.
With a personality you will adore.
Philosopher, explorer, open of mind.
Half-horse, half-man, a rare kind.
A woman with but one live child,
Of eight she had begun,
Cannot understand what haunts her
As a good Christian one.
I just thought that I’d confess. As your son, I’m not the best. I have sinned and not lightly. I have lost the grip you’ve held so tightly. The straight and narrow is hidden in my crimes: lust, lies, hatred, and swearing so many times. My hope is that your love will forgive, though unworthy, I want to live, in your kingdom in your heart. From your grace, I shall not part. A vacation south is not in my desire; your highness is far beyond a searing fire. I’m lost and lonely, unsure what to do, so may I come and stay with you? Please write back in any form you want, the best is a letter, but please make it legible font. Thanks again for taking this time, to read my prayer and bless my rhyme. I look forward to your letter. I believe that’s all it takes to feel much better. Forgive my writing, it’s sometimes messy. I’m writing with love.
I can taste your lips
At my finger tips
Though you’re still so far away
By: Savanna Hilyer
The girl is holding a black hole. its her heart. All the pins are being pushed into
In this moment, my utmost terror.
Arms are heavy, held to ground
Step by step, weighted down.
Getting closer, soul grows bearer.
He swore that he would love you.
Said that he would stay.
Even now, when at school,
others point and say,
I feel this love like a heavy load
our love a quilt that's tightly sewed
pieces patched in abstract places