I could summon the hordes with a snap of my fingers,
My feet,
Rooted, planted to the ground I am connect.
I could create floods,
Hurled bolts of lightening across a placid sky.
But I can’t recreate the feeling of familiarity in a lovers’ touch.
The warm welcome, in my partners’ eyes.
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May 19, 2019 at 7:13 pm
heart breaking but true, we cant keep someone where they don’t want to be
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