I crave
The smell of old books,
The aroma of coffee shops,
The touch of the rain
And the feel of the sun on my face
Deep conversations
About the meaning of our purpose
Discovering ourselves
Uncovering ourselves
From all our disguises
And fake faces
I want the truth
The feeling of true connection,
with compassionate eyes
That understand mine.
The feeling of the earth
With my bare feet
I will open up and tear myself apart
Pour myself over
Like a cup of tea
To find my sweet.
It will be worth it
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
I crave
The smell of old books,
The aroma of coffee shops,
The touch of the rain
And the feel of the sun on my face
Deep conversations
About the meaning of our purpose
Discovering ourselves
Uncovering ourselves
From all our disguises
And fake faces
I want the truth
The feeling of true connection,
with compassionate eyes
That understand mine.
The feeling of the earth
With my bare feet
I will open up and tear myself apart
Pour myself over
Like a cup of tea
To find my sweet.
It will be worth it
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