hold.

but before you untie her knots,

hold.

for her heart is filled with unkept promises

a promise to be held tight for 100 years

a promise to be loved when the world is exhausted

a promise to trust promises

hold.

for she is 'a beautiful mess'

if the moon could talk, it would boast

just about how lovely she is

with the stars beaming bright

hold.

for she will be your dark between the galaxies that spoke

so,

before you untie my knots

hold.

promise me,

to love me wild.

#dedicated