Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Spite Yet Forgiven

baby, grunge, and light image

I reach out my hand to you despite the feeling that I don't want to. Yet here I am with my untainted soul humbled down in hopes no sight of bitterness is in your eyes, in your voice. You welcome me like yesterday was long forgotten and responded with the same view in your eyes like I've always known; cold yet warm, spite yet forgiven.