Sunday 23 December 2018

Cope.

I have no place to belong right now,
Except by her side.
This life has sent me spinning,
And so I chose to hide.
I see glimpses of a stable,
I see glimpses of a home.
I have no trust to give though,
And so my soul will roam.
I can sense something stirring.
I want to give her hope.
I want her to be free to fly.
I just need to move past cope.

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