Monday, September 15

What is purpose without love?

Completely taken back by how much a life can change in the blink of an eye.
How the sinews of one's heart can twist and tangle to spell a different name.
How a place of uncertainty can become one's home.
How something mortally broken can become whole once again.
How you can burn so brightly.

But something's choose to stay the same.
Like the silent smile that keeps me grounded.
The warm embrace at every utterance of three words.

My head in the crook of your neck, listening to smooth calculated breaths while the world sleeps, is where I have lain my devotion.
Your heart, hallowed, I have made my home.

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