i finished the book tonight,
the acceptance of fact that
somewhere god is real
he is not with me,
not here when darkness fears
even the smallest part of stars
sometimes you may find me
lying like a martyr under clouds
staring at; trying to
make them all disappear
because i know it's blue up there
underneath all the tragedies
despite the snow and bitterness,
what i heard in your voice
when you expressed winter was early
and i want too much
to be the body that warms your skin
without the gruff edges of stone,
cold marble and petty complaints
i think you want less of me than you are able
i fear you do- it's excess that frightens me from love
if you said i want you more than forever has no meaning
i'd say you were not truthful
i'd say you were reckless
i'd just say yes
to figure it all out
after you kissed me white again
Silver trophy winner
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