momma and daddy had a relationship like the sun did with the sky.
there was a point when it was up in the sky,
high and mighty,
bright and beautiful.
and there were times when dark clouds covered it.
and there was a time
when the sun sunk into the ocean,
kissing the horizon goodbye.
but momma never got a kiss goodbye.
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↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
Poetrydust-filled bones and ink flooding my veins. © pretendyoumissme | 2020
