I’ve hung my heart on the line again
To and fro
To and fro
It’s a battle of words once again
But this time
Love trickles down
And a bluejay quenches its thirst in a desert.
Sun scorch on our old scars and traumas
We dust and broom our childhood stories
Scrubs the floors of our old love poems
Longing for hugs and warmth
A little house to hold our love
Little fish and cherry shrimp
And green ferns and purple orchids
But only time will tell.
It’s him every day
My mornings and nights
And everything in between
Will the world be kind?
Will it let us love?
What will hurt us this time –
will it be time or distance
Or people or rules or us?
We don’t know
We don’t know
We don’t say the words
We don’t want to jinx it
Want to ward off evil eyes
Want to ward off ill fates
Touchwood
We fear losing what we have
We worry we met too late
We worry we will never have enough time
We have lost too much
We have hurt too much,
he and I,
we overthink even our happy days…
Lirio's Wanderings 