Withhold: Part Two
and yet you swear that I am hiding from me
from you
raw
let me lay under this apple tree
broken
in peace
free
surrounded my clouds of sunshine
restless
i promised to love all your imperfections
brave
withholding nothing
feminine
Copyright © Chante Reeves | Year Posted 2019
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