Glow
She ran her hands over my history
and she touched every flaw,
every regret, and every trauma
with a tenderness that
not even the angels know.
Every ounce of her love is a mystery.
In spite of what she saw,
no threats or any of my drama
could ever hope to combat
the power of her glow.
.
.
.
— © think twice
and she touched every flaw,
every regret, and every trauma
with a tenderness that
not even the angels know.
Every ounce of her love is a mystery.
In spite of what she saw,
no threats or any of my drama
could ever hope to combat
the power of her glow.
.
.
.
— © think twice