i want you to understand something
you're the extra in the ordinary
the brightest star in the sky
the least of anyone's worries
the midnight in a long drive
the gold in the sunrise
the waves in the ocean
a joining of hands
a confession of love
a problem fixed
a loyalty gained
you're the beauty in the rain
& no matter how many times
you want to deny it
or change what is
you can't
because you're not something of chance
or a coincidence in a life long lived
you were handmade
etched in, sketched out
drawn, painted
designed
one of a kind
& a Creator
who can take battered things & make them brand new
can surely justify a world that desperately needed you
About the Creator
something wilde
wilde is the child ♡
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