B a b y
It's oh-so-quiet.
This foundation is not mine.
These eyes are not mine.
They know and love and want to belong here.
With this loving dichotomy.
Coming out of pain into tenderness.
One year among them and he is changed.
Hardened in all the right places,
But softened in all the places that you would never before think were just right.
Muscular and tapered.
Joyful and passionate.
Die-chotomy.
My fallen angel, struggling to be redeemed.
How very macabre.
This foundation is not mine.
These eyes are not mine.
They know and love and want to belong here.
With this loving dichotomy.
Coming out of pain into tenderness.
One year among them and he is changed.
Hardened in all the right places,
But softened in all the places that you would never before think were just right.
Muscular and tapered.
Joyful and passionate.
Die-chotomy.
My fallen angel, struggling to be redeemed.
How very macabre.