Knee deep in waters as could as dying angels
I hold you deep in my soul like the roots of ancient trees
Buried alive in the earth
Your heart appears like mine
Open and afraid
but where is that passion you bragged so much about
so long ago
❤️
On a beach populated only by myself and the fading lost souls of hope I stand
Watching
Looking out
Holding onto a photo of someone I thought you were
Holding onto beliefs of who I thought I was
Regretting my overthinking
Rethinking my walking into this freezing ocean
When I thought it was warm
Like your touch
❤️
A fire is burning in the distance
I can feel the breeze and I can hear it’s voice
Your voice
Calling
Leading me out of the water and away from those lost dying souls
Into the fire of your love…
By morning this will all seem like a dream
Nothing else matters.
