You are like wearing a warm cosy jacketOn a harsh cold winter dayYour kisses keep me softAnd are like a cuddleI wish I had more of youYou walk around the days like a ghostLike something I could have hadHere...

I paused my poetry to feel the weight of my injuries bearing, alone, my cross of depression seeking salvation in suffering finding, instead, the reverse for writing poetry is healing every word my heart  repairing my soul's open gaping wounds stitched whole by verse   08/28/2025, Gahddess_Worship