I’m terrified
to inhale your naked skies
I’m terrified
to kiss your illuminating scars
I’m terrified
to wipe away your violent tears
I’m terrified
to capture your torn heart
I’m terrified
to feel your dirty rain
I’m terrified
to hold on to your numb hand
I’m terrified
to feel a love that I didn’t know existed
I’m terrified
to hear the symphony in your sea
I’m terrified
to walk alone on this broken road
I’m terrified
to stand at the turns in this landscape
*Dewy Place had requested this title.
“to kiss your illuminating scars…to wipe away your violent tears.”
Beautifully expressed, Braeden.
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Thank you Tessa ❤️
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Wow very lovely
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Thank you ❤️
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Oh you are welcome
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Love it, Braeden
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Thank you Rita ❤️
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What a great poem . You’ve captured it beautifully . Thank you for writing it.
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Thank you very much! ❤️
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Beautiful. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you for the challenge
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Very special.
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Thanks
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My pleasure – I’m fond of your written expression. 😊
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Soulful, B!
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Thank you
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So poignant and beautiful! ❤
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Thank you again!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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To feel your dirty rain… wonderful.
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Thank you!
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