Post Abuse Love

What have we done?

A simple lotus can't be playing us a song.

And when I notice, I see her

waiting by the wings of a gentle man,

hoping to be free to love.

 

When did our paths grow long?

The morning sun to bathe us, waiting

closely, like we'd called

for something better.

 

 

But I know it with a strong hand;

our hearts have intertwined with a beating,

bleeding out with the dews of the grasses,

like the sparkle in your eye....

 

Something to be touched,

do we grasp it?

or wait for the drowning sounds of the tide,

washing me, washing me,

washing me to waste?

With steady hands to hide the strong ones,

lush and kind under these tense bonds,

but I can't wash it away for love.

 

And you're hoping, but I can't belong....

in your little wonder world.