came at a time
when I belonged in nightmare’s shadow
of a scorned woman;
your love is covered
with bittersweet perfume
“ask your father what he thinks.”

But I didn’t fear pardons,
in fact my life
was filled with corners
different shades of;
“Tomorrow it might be.”
I fear celebration,
that line of sight has always been
filled with independents while
I’m a born dependent,
living under sky’s favour;
no matter the mood.

…give back my dreams their wings
so I know to sleep without worry.

Published by Sia Morweng

I'm Sia, and you're my new friend.

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