My comfort expired
At this point in time
And you’re my first desire
I’ve come to this place
Twenty two times in the past
Here, then left, such haste
Feeling crushed
Worthless
Rejected
Torn
I Just Want Hush
Painfully healed
Yet dead, and long for your feel
A scent of you
A favorite song
A word, a thought
and pondering long
Of when there was you and I
And a soul full of sigh
Good, sigh
And then I look back
And remember the times
Ugly
Cruel
Mischievous
Rude
Cursing and fighting
Lies and not truth
Me meant for you?
You meant for me?
How would we know?
What now shall we do?
Love casting fears
tis not all we need
Love as a blanket
can calm
not protect
Love is kind
Peace at its best
Not full, or pretend though
Love at its best
Decisions haste
Be still
Patient
Slow touch
Sweet dreams
Of peace and plain
Just plain
Comfortable
Us
No rush
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