Delicate Threads

*Picture is my own photography*

the delicate threads 
of my existence 
are sewn from every sunrise
and painted onto 
the canvas of this world
where oceans
are tangled in my hair
and poetry breathes
beneath my skin
waiting to be whispered
to you

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Wishes

with every second 
that passes
I wish I could hear
the sound of your breath
as you whisper 
your love to me
and feel your voice
laying gently upon
the layers of my skin
I wish you knew how deeply 
you are etched 
into my bones
and that every poem 
that flows from my fingers 
will find a way to you
in every single lifetime 
this universe holds