Broken Ground

I miss your face and silly, strange ways

reaching to kiss your face, I can almost taste…

I’ll take it to the grave and think out loud, maybe position a long way

Sitting on a headstone

I have become owned, no longer a slave to their throne

I’d greet you with the widest grin, ask you “Where the hell have you been?”

while stretching to kiss your chin…whispers of won’t you let me in

By Thais Bosworth

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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