Rotating Leaves, and being somehow too nice and too good: time for me to change the way I see you and myself

through this:

something buried beneath a nightmare, like rocks and cement,
and glittering trails from a butterfly that flew off from the blue bridge:

in my ears soft whipped whispered walked through my lips and a multiplied voice re-appeared and decided to soothe me with it's gentle approach of truthfulness, showing me my desires and my needs, showing me what I need to demand for

we could see it all from underwater, looking up into a sky ceiling, blue and white whisper whimpers to want something from us now:

she took me in my arms, in her arms, in our arms and we danced:

twist your hair more, smile more, and I want you to know
they don't deserve you, he doesn't deserve you