the whole lot

finding home is

 


As a dreamer, I hope
that you don't mind me 
giving the marrow of moments 
to the dream of you reading 
and knowing who you are,
still standing your ground.
Ours, by lives go by, this planet.

Take care, pass door
of fears and be happy
as finding a home is.

Walls whisper:
"Ce n'est pas permis d'aimer comme ça."
while hearts seem to carry the world,
sometimes crying eyes out.

Sadness, please leave.
Fly to the stars
and make them drip light.
 
Slow now, easy with
breaking up the left over pieces,
and the loving crazy
ALL of it
when we're in the dream, together.





will... ours

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