there was love to be made

sweat beads rolled from her face there was love to be made but it sweat with her still styled stifled put aside hide it hide it hide it hide it she shines. this little light of mine. the sun pours into the open wounds and the ribs divide. mine. you assign a meaning to everything you see. you call this fact a feeling. you gleam. you scheme. someone unravels you, you call this truth. list continues. brb.