deepundergroundpoetry.com
The only He.
I spend hours,
hours -
trying to make sense of you,
to make sense of us
and the quiet hours bathe me
in the white light of our innocence
in the deep relief of our future
in the silence of our enduring love
and I could not be
more blessed.
hours -
trying to make sense of you,
to make sense of us
and the quiet hours bathe me
in the white light of our innocence
in the deep relief of our future
in the silence of our enduring love
and I could not be
more blessed.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4
reading list entries 1
comments 6
reads 769
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.