You touch me
And any doubt of my existence
Disappears,
Because for the moment
I matter
To you.
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
You touch me
And any doubt of my existence
Disappears,
Because for the moment
I matter
To you.
What you saw
In them
Was nothing
But a reflection
Of your own beautiful love,
Stay strong.
The stars keep me company
In the dead of night,
For they are dead too;
Ghosts of galaxies,
Cemeteries of civilizations
Never known;
And so I whisper my secrets to them,
Knowing they are gone,
And by the time my words reach them,
I will be too.
Revolutions
Grounded in ignorance,
Fear
And hatred,
Nourished by the ignorant
Fearful
And hateful
Will never flourish,
And always
Inevitably
Fall.