She Never Knew Love

she never knew love served soft upon silver plates so she learned to taste it in sharp rusted fates fingers traced promises carved into skin a hunger for warmth in a world caving in yet even the knives could not sever her light a sun breaking through after years lost to night she stitched up the wounds with the threads of her will spun gold from the pain made the silence stand still now love is no weapon it hums it remains it softens the scars pours like warm summer rains