she grows weary
the answers come
and go
and change
and don't
fullfillment
hope
ever present
and ever fleeting
both of us
caught up in
momentary
bouts
of all things
positive
and all things
negative
comforted by
the hands resting
on my neck
gently proclaiming
trust
love
this remains
one of the
few
gifts of
stability
butterflies
only live
for a month
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
she grows weary
the answers come
and go
and change
and don't
fullfillment
hope
ever present
and ever fleeting
both of us
caught up in
momentary
bouts
of all things
positive
and all things
negative
comforted by
the hands resting
on my neck
gently proclaiming
trust
love
this remains
one of the
few
gifts of
stability
butterflies
only live
for a month
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