You pull your skirt as if too short,
You already knew the hem line,
A feigned chastity of some sort,
Above a pair of heels divine.
For my love remains,
Weathered but untethered,
Beaten, but yet unbowed,
Saved as if some treasure,
And buried just as deep.
Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air
Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again
Often Misunderstood
An Open Mic & Poetry Show
I speak my heart out.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
Work by Rain Alchemist
It's Time to Play...
Verba volant, scripta manent !
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