back at it

By Claudia 🌹 today’s ᖵʼnᄃꓘIⵡ⅁ poetic allusion’s dose ·
you loved, and love me, very godlike...
(my love...)

you never touched me...
(but neither god)

you've never shown in front of me...
(but neither god)

I never heard your voice...
(but also neither god)

and yet, you do miracles...
(exactly the same as god...)

⁂

back at it... over again... I'm not religious...
(but neither god)

I swear... I'm born of love... I look divine...
(I am the sweetest sin... of god)

but if I look for you, who am I looking for...
(nobody knows... not even god...)

I don't complain, I'm loved... (godlike...), —
I'm an abstract in your mind who urges you, —

stop playing god, show up yourself...
(sin wants to know who I'm in love with...)

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