Sunday Mourning

emilie

When I die, I hope you’ll be there too

In life or death,

I’m yours, and you are mine

Just like bees need honey,

A baby needs its mother

A life without you is not worth living

The world is dull, colourless

She is unforgiving, bitter

You are the sun

Your aura is bewitching,

Nothing as pure can compare

As you baptise us with remnants of your soul

I take a part of you, and you take a part of me

Sacramental bread and wine

You make me feel like God

  • Author: emilie ray (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 15th, 2023 01:30
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 8
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