Dear You, Do you remember your first Christmas? How you gazed in awe as beautiful lights illuminated your eyes and brilliant decorations dazzled your world. Do you remember? How you wobbled around as your feet swayed to the love songs written for your Saviour? Do you remember your first Christmas? How you cried for your… Continue reading From Noel
Dripping with blood, weighed down by my filth You looked at my crimson robe and smiled Your body was broken, but your spirit called out to me “child..” Love so overwhelming Yet so reassuring It pours like an avalanche Yet kisses with feather-like affection Its sweetness kills my bile And forces my closed heart open… Continue reading From Prodigal
Dear You, Did you see blood mix with my tears as I looked to you for mercy? Did you hear my mother’s screams as you snatched me from her arms? Did you hear me sing myself to sleep as your heavy blows rocked my little frame? Or did you pretend to not see the hopelessness… Continue reading From Pink
Dear You, Take my heart, Wear it like precious Sapphire Let it glimmer like the sea at sunset Take my heart, Cradle it like shattered glass Let it pierce through your darkest nights Take my heart, Slather it like an ointment Let my love heal your wounds Take my heart, Serenade… Continue reading From Scarlet
Dear You, Do you know what it feels like to not know your purpose? To hope for sunshine despite the storm that rages in your heart. To long for sleep at night but be kept wide awake by the guilt of another day unspent. At the crack of dawn, I shed a tear knowing I… Continue reading From Grey
Dear You, The first day I saw you, I felt nothing. Your smile left no floating butterflies and your laughter echoed like an awkward noise. You were nothing to me but another embodiment of life and flesh; another stranger happening to pass by. After that day, you danced into my thoughts like a random glitch… Continue reading From Moon
Dear You, I was only seven. I still stay awake every night, trapped in the same nightmare. I remember your bloodshot eyes, filled with drunken lust and ugly passion. I still hear my horrified screams and desperate pleas as they fell on deaf ears, silenced by your hushes and repeated grunts. I remember you walking… Continue reading From Yellow
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