Written 6/14/20 4:39am
I want to heal.
I desire to feel…again.
For my shattered heart to mend
And be nurtured by the soft spot
To find myself smothered in kisses and hugs,
Similar to the feeling of when butterfly bugs
How when the sunlight warms you in its bright light.
It’s such a hot white.
I see in vivid colors of crimson and gold.
The regal hues of age-old.
An impressionable mold, I was…
Way back when.