
Dear You,
.
Oh how I wish we could meet,
I beg for a redo,
Kiss all the toes on your feet,
All the things I could do.
.
Help you spread your wings,
Promise to never destroy you,
Help you wipe away your sins,
Your love and care I attend to.
.
Peck each star in the constellation of your face,
I would do anything,
Embrace your mistakes, never a disgrace
But this secret, I am burying.
.
For you, existence awaits,
If I can so wish it into being,
Yet the body dictates,
The hope is ever so fleeting.
.
Teach you to never submit,
Paint the canvas of reality,
Squeeze your hand while you uncover it,
Revel in your ingenuous curiosity.
.
My little sprout, I’ll watch you grow,
Whoever you are is what I wished
for, I’m just dying to know,
However,
You do not exist.
About the Creator
Honor Willow Brown
I am a 25 year old student currently in my fourth year of BA English and Film. I'm interested in sharing creative writing, non-fiction articles and poems.




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