I find myself yearn for the grass’ sighs, as they meet your breezy strides;
For a whiff of that blush Sedum you plucked and gazed at.
The sight of it must have wrecked your heart,
for you smudged its petals with salty beads as you cried.
I wish the wind could whisper in your ears, you’re not alone, I’m here.
I wish you could know, how basking in your sorrows helps me grow.
I wish I could hold your hand, and away your shadows to command.
Then watch, as you wallow in my comfort, and I in your hurt.
But first, I need to be found.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
I find myself yearn for the grass’ sighs, as they meet your breezy strides;
For a whiff of that blush Sedum you plucked and gazed at.
The sight of it must have wrecked your heart,
for you smudged its petals with salty beads as you cried.
I wish the wind could whisper in your ears, you’re not alone, I’m here.
I wish you could know, how basking in your sorrows helps me grow.
I wish I could hold your hand, and away your shadows to command.
Then watch, as you wallow in my comfort, and I in your hurt.
But first, I need to be found.
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