I awake everyday in hopes of something
to write about/ about our love, perhaps
about funny loss about your cross
that i made you bear/ but you didn't
fall like i thought you would
fall for Him? fall for me?
maybe, just maybe, my mother is right,
fanatic is the word
but let me be obssessed till the end of time
the time i set aside, time i take to contemplate
in the dead of night
and womb of the morning light
how golden you truly are
when we go deep;
when we take the plunge
into each other's heart
you left a shard of love in me
should it be expunged
or should we
leave it there to let it
love me again?
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