Again
I'm walking on water
This feeling
Makes all that is bruised and broken
Worth it
This feeling
My feet will soak it up
Until they are totally
Completely
Pruned
And I will wait
As life passes
Like it does
Like it will
Like it always will
Until we enter
A drought
Once again
Devoid of the sweetness
That falls from your lips
Like small dandelion wisps
Are you sure?
He will grow silent
You will dwell in the truth
Silently knowing
You are Not.
The only one.
And yet
When the floodgates are opened
You will let yourself
Fall with the tide
Back to some prison that tastes
Like heaven
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