Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing


look what you’ve done
with ink stained fingers
and smudged out drawings
with scribbled over faces
and hushed voices
you are younger than you seem
and hold inside yourself a universe
i wish i could see
darling one,
you are so in love with the world
that you let it scar scratch burn you
and you’ll stand like a willow tree
your head bent to the floor
begging forgiveness for not being enough
and i will reach out
for calloused fingers
and tell you, soft soul
that you have done enough
and that your pages are plenty
and i want to live in your words.

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