#speciallysapphicwrites

Let me sing from skyscrapers

Every ear within range ring with the words

I AM NOT WRONG

Tell them Lord

I beg you, call your followers

Say to them you made no mistake

Let their stubborn minds hear you yell

I AM NOT WRONG

Please God, for they doubt your creation

Chiseled out from wants, lust, and desires

Every curve, lump, jagged edge, and crooked line purposeful

Like an artist begging for the words,

"This is what beauty means"

to be understood on a deeper level

I catch them and swallow them back down

To harbor in my chest-

The place they grew from

It becomes a more difficult task each time it occurs

Which is far too often these days

I want to shout the three words from mountain tops

But for now, I breathe them to life while you're asleep