God didn't need to touch us to make us loved
As I take the dark blue coat with yellow stars from my room to wear and knew where I was going to,
I felt warmth down my stomach,
I saw fingers and hands,
But I didn't feel real about it.
I loose my head down the ground,
Silver shimmer comes by familiar.
My dog, my favorite make up table, my bed or my chair.
They were objects.
Just objects.
Right?
But I shared with them so much,
They never talked back.
Or touched back.
As I take the blue coat with yellow stars from my room to wear and knew where I was going to go,
To go into the wood, to be taken, the sky tries its best with a dance.
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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