Giver,
Do you remember when I ran away from every thing?
I tried reading Your Words.
I tried singing Your songs.
I tried listening for Your voice.
But do you remember? For all my lofty hopes, all I had to show was a midmorning nap in the sand above Your breakers.
"I don't mind," You tell me,
& I'm starting to believe You.
2 comments:
i here by take back every vomiting noise/comment i have ever made toward you.
truce?
truce
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