Fluid and soft
she will slip through your hands
like water
meant not to fill you,
but to help you grow.
She is not your rock
in a hard place
She is a tidal wave
that breaks at the receding.
She is not the light
That calls you close
But the warmth
That keeps
You at ends
With life
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
Fluid and soft
she will slip through your hands
like water
meant not to fill you,
but to help you grow.
She is not your rock
in a hard place
She is a tidal wave
that breaks at the receding.
She is not the light
That calls you close
But the warmth
That keeps
You at ends
With life
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