Sunday, June 30, 2019

The Wild Ones

I was a little wild one

He took out all the stars for me whipping them in constellations to be born in existence.

O how elegant the sight of the moon.

I was like a whore walking the streets.

The fearless one;

Not tame

While I walked without reason; cause; name.

I was in love

But I was lost….

Like child in the woods.

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