YouPushed meto the edgeof who I’vealways knownmyself to be,And then told meto jump.
With feet callused and ankles swollen from miles walked in shoes with soles (souls) sizes too small,
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He always managed to find himself back in that same spot, in that same position, stuck in that very same decision…
His heart was bursting at the seams…
At the sheer thought of her beauty — her ability to shine under pressure and…
I am chasing sunsets.
With each memory of her smileI am chasing,I am finding,And never keeping,Always…
He let her in like a gust of wind
on a humid day
Her presence, cool and refreshing,
stirring stilled spirit and burdened bones,