They are all waiting for their savior Jesus to return,
I'm just waiting on you to come home.
If loving you is wrong, in bloody hell I shall burn,
My love, look at how we've grown.
You wielded your veins into threads to sew my once broken wings,
Gaze into my firmament soul, you'll see finer things.
YOU ARE READING
MVF's book of poems
PoetryHere's a book of poetry, filled with some of my best work yet! 💘