I was wafting above starlit crimson secrets,
releasing perpetual whispers into noisy ears listening
not to my kindness...
but to the shame I carried from NEVER BEING LOVED.
Stanza from the poem: "YOU SAVED ME FROM MYSELF"
Original date written: February 3, 2019
Date composed: September 14, 2019
Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2019