your eyes and their laughter lines,
your hair and your familiar frame,
your bare feet and clean teeth,
the warmth from our shared time.
the miracles made into memories,
the wonders into wishes,
the triumphs into tragedies,
your patience with my pretending.
untouched i longed to be untethered,
but too long in the mire to change.
how long will you wait
for my hands to be your hands?
a song in a dream and awake we're apart,
my fear my fault and my freedom my fear.
you may not want me anymore,
for i am ragged.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
your eyes and their laughter lines,
your hair and your familiar frame,
your bare feet and clean teeth,
the warmth from our shared time.
the miracles made into memories,
the wonders into wishes,
the triumphs into tragedies,
your patience with my pretending.
untouched i longed to be untethered,
but too long in the mire to change.
how long will you wait
for my hands to be your hands?
a song in a dream and awake we're apart,
my fear my fault and my freedom my fear.
you may not want me anymore,
for i am ragged.
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