Shattered prisms of faith
Over and over again, the promise fades
like wet paper dried in the sun
and the words written on it
have long since dissolved and dried
tears fathered by the memory of
who I thought we were
and who I was fooled we would be
I let it live there, in a safe landing place
until you came stumbling through once again
assuring me that it would be different this time
oh will you ever be happy...
It's no good for me to pry into your heart
into your life
into your memories of me
But I will...
Yes, I will...
with my lightweight emotions
buoyant and deep
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