I want to write you a love song.
Deafen you with music
and blind you to who I really am;
a girl taught to please
in the gargoyle face of disappointment;
a girl eager to achieve anything
you ask, spoken or unspoken;
a girl who wishes she could find her ship
instead of cling onto your sails
for dear life and struggle with oars
belonging to someone else.
I want to write you a love song
which is neither bitter nor sweet;
a love song about you
and not me, inextricably caught up
in the fine line between worship
and real love, good love:
the kind which wakes you up
in the morning, kisses you
regardless of the sourness
on your breath.
The kind
which surprises me,
time and time again
because it is not about me
and my childhood, nor you
and what you’ve done;
it’s about us,
fresh and green,
leaves on the wind,
sparrows in the clouds,
twilight and rooting buds
blossoming upward, onward
into the sky.
© Kristiana Reed 2019
So pretty to read!
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Thank you! ☺️
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Pleasure!
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So beautifully written….
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Thank you ☺️
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Tis you are truly welcome!
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