from my heart to yours…
Hobbes, I wish That when we tried I’d been less broken And more alive. - That I’d been stronger And not that reed Bent and bruised Unsure of its own strength Or ability To grow straight and tall. - I wish that fate hadn’t scooped you up And dropped you on another continent Across the …
When you lie down at night Do you think of me? Does my name Cross your mind Warm your heart Touch your lips In prayer? - Do you wonder if I, too, see the moon? Or the stars Suspended in azure Since the ones In your eyes Are hidden from my view? - I wake …
I marvel as he continues to draw me even still, and it causes the flickers of hope to ignite within me that maybe,
