alyciadebnamcareys:I have looked to a woman more reverently than I have the sky. There, in the sulk
alyciadebnamcareys:I have looked to a woman more reverently than I have the sky. There, in the sulk of her bottom lip, I find myself talking about a heaven that only exists when she is looking at me. Father, she has not been forged between the dip of my teeth, she is not my rib, or my left side, she is my entire stomach, she is my spine. I have been searching for prayer, father but I have found that I can only say her name. Dear God, let me have her. Dear God, let her rest with me. Dear God, let the sky turn red from how we burn. [x] -- source link
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