Guilty
mornings of breathing
afternoons of warmth
nights of beautiful scars
eyes seeing each blinking star.
They are you reminding me
to continue believing
that life has not ceased
instead taken an extended vacation
to prepare our bed
to breathe in, warm
to kiss away our beautiful scars.
Ignited 
when even breathing is hard…to look up and and find a touch of hope 🌷
And a beautiful rose 💫
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Thank you for a lovely thought 🌻
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