When We See

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A little rain
Could never hurt me

Id like to wait
Wait To follow you

I feel the thorn — of springtime leaving
Broken hearts surpassing death

Drop the words
Dropped In your direction

Perhaps your steps
Will trip — stifle me wordless

Young wisdoms hands holding the evening
Entwining our worlds as harmless songs

Wash my hands
Let my eyes free

The hold on me
Is pushing you

I long to fall into you fully
I long to love the way you do

Reaching deep
Inward dreaming

We still only waste each others time
Reaching for something that isn’t there

Held in all that we are
For all that is you is me

And together
We are nothing more than ourselves