Sigh.
I want to feel that gentle breeze.
The one whispering everything is okay.
Which is why I wonder if it is bad I had gust for the wind to do the opposite
To catch a red flag of surrender
Purely off guard.
I want some simple control back
Around my curling finger.
I can always playfully treasure
What has fell off point
From the golden rule
To ghostly ways.
I don't have to be downright serious.
I want to rise above what is breathtaking.
I want to be one with the unseen wind.
In other words, I want to freely whisper my love in a self taught upward swim
And not think of the mysterious breaking bubbles once the lightness of my mingling heart touches the warmth of the sun.
I know my heart is loose sand...
But it purely needs no guard.
There was so much to scoop up,
But not dug up.
All I have to do is curl my finger
And let what is meant to slip past.
I wish some people knew how much love I had/have for them.
That if they didn't turn - afraid of having a blind eye from a possible unseen storm,
That if they given/gave more of a chance,
I would/will drop like a small bag of rocks into their hand at the right moment.
How will I ever have the time to let feelings cleanly be seen?
Sigh.
I wish some people could truly grasp I accept them.
That everything is okay.
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Midnight Blue
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