I’ll wait
Dear love,
I’m writing from the lonesome hills of luscious green attire
from the home in which lit the candles that burned for your return
from the depths of a beating heart sorrowfully set to yearn
for one who’s mind had lost the path concealed in the quagmire
did you know I lit each one every single night?
melted away gallons of wax just to give you light?
But I guess you’d already lost the arms that used to hold me tight
And i can’t help but sit and observe the ant crawling below the butterfly
then one is killed but the other cherished despite their shared placidity
and I can’t help but wonder if I am trapped because I don’t have wings
Or if I’m caught because I lack the effulgent ethereal sheen
I’m writing from the lonesome hills of luscious green attire
from the home in which lit the candles that burned for your return
from the depths of a beating heart sorrowfully set to yearn
for one who’s mind had lost the path concealed in the quagmire
did you know I lit each one every single night?
melted away gallons of wax just to give you light?
But I guess you’d already lost the arms that used to hold me tight
And i can’t help but sit and observe the ant crawling below the butterfly
then one is killed but the other cherished despite their shared placidity
and I can’t help but wonder if I am trapped because I don’t have wings
Or if I’m caught because I lack the effulgent ethereal sheen
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PoetAnelise Johnson
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I’ll wait
PoetAnelise Johnson
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