Friday, April 12, 2019

the potter's hand

those moments of wishful dreams, gone down the pipe when awashed with the waves of routine and practicality of life.

and of those times i walked away out of convenience while the silent chisel chipped away at the heart, bit by bit.

could it be that you were there watching, listening, all along?

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i'm not enough unless you come
will you meet me here again
'cause all i want is all you are
will you meet me here again

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