The One

REBELLICCA
Mar 19
1 min read

Who is the one?, you ask.

He gets drunk on my soul,

Never afraid to be lost in me,

For to him I'm home.

He walks through my storms,

And carves desert roses from the sand

Of days that look like forgotten dunes.

He holds me like silence,

Honors me like light,

Feels me as breath.

©REBELLICCA

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