Fri, 11/16/2018 - 13:43 -- engle2u



She is nothing.

Just a black sheet before your eyes.

But out of this apocalyptic world, a special set of eyes see more.

She is a black sheet of stars, glistening and blinding.

Perhaps this is why no one saw her.

This special set of eyes had a body,

And he loved her.

His words created galaxies and planets.

His touch created colors, bursting into her sheet.

Making her deeper, bigger, glorious.

She is something.


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