The poetry of it all -
the bubbling up of
something that has
always been -
the certainty of self
and, when I don't
I will always have you
to remind me to sing
and to play for me when I drop the notes
because that's the deal.
You're stuck tucked up tight
in a promise
I'm not going to let you fall.
1 comment:
I actually kind of like that you changed the photos so they aren't all the same size anymore.
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