Onward scaling these manufactured obstacles in time
It’s mine and only mine
Let go with soft words left behind
To be able to pry
Open until honest words dye our hopeful hearts
Investing stories summed up in small parts
Lifting my hands until a breath relieves a heavy sigh
To be able to cry
On your side holding my fragmented questions and worries
Ideas humbled ready to store these
Laying here asking one more please
To be able to experience trouble and joy
Rustic memories we must somehow avoid
Understanding those eyes even if blurred at times
Sharp and silent smiles revealing all kinds
Try try try
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