oh how He knows,
oh how He knows when i talk about you,
if only you were a witness to my everyday
in those enclosed moments,
23 minutes from dawn,
to see how i open up my palms
and watch how the tears drop
onto each crinkle of my left hand,
every drop of mine
is to always ask for your forgiveness,
so that in time
you will have the greatest of books
in your right hand,
in your possession,
and only in time will i know
whether my goal has been achieved,
to which i can smile profusely,
knowing that you'll never get hurt again
from the abhorrent side of this world.
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Golden Elegance - Whispers To The Jewel
PoetryDelve into the depths of love's intricate tapestry with a collection of poems that capture the essence of passion, devotion, and the transformative power of human connection. From tender expressions of affection to poignant reflections on loss and l...
