night

Most nights,

I want nothing more then to be warmed by arms that want me.

Adorned with crowns

by eyes entranced by my grace.

Most nights,

i sit up looking for stars to wish on finding only the darkness of space.

Space reminds me of what I have to lose.

Closeness reminds me that what I have may not be mine forever.

Promises remind me that nothing lasts forever and I was never meant to be a woman set in stone.

(c)(p)2014 J TheGodIs

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