9 of them

Love

We climb mountains
To feed off the pain
Scratching our flesh
On hard rocks
At the peak is the sound of victory
But it’s the march
It’s the tears
It’s the darkness we stumble through
The guilty pleasures
The stolen moments
Hurried conversations
Minutes of silence
Every sad thing that happens in between
The grime we have to wipe
To see the sun
Oh! It’s all of these
The imperfections
Are worth it
You who is it
Worth it

Vera