I can write when happy too you know
I can feel the words drip from my lips to the
finger tips of my enthusiasm
It comes in waves like all
other things and I hold on tight
to the me I see in lost future.
Her head held high through all she was
that I am now.
She knows the value of this lesson already
She waits for me to get it
she waits for me
to accept happy and I tell her…
I can be happy too you know
Let it in me, be me, around me, I can
write it in the sand from the thoughts that drip from my lips to the
finger tips of my enthusiasm.
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