I indulge in thoughts of you.
Paper-thin dreams of memories long lost.
But ever still, when I hear the right sound, when I taste the right taste. There you are, as if always.
It’s getting to the point where these memories, Will make me feel a sense of joy, a knowing. That I’m capable of full, vulnerable love,
That leans in and out on itself.
Just wrong time, just wrong place, Just wrong body, just wrong face.
But still, I chose to take a chance. Just in case.
Now I know my heart can stretch, the barriers of time, The barriers of space.
Find my way to someone new.
But only if they’re willing, only if they’re willing too.
Ella Fence
But ever still, when I hear the right sound, when I taste the right taste. There you are, as if always.
It’s getting to the point where these memories, Will make me feel a sense of joy, a knowing. That I’m capable of full, vulnerable love,
That leans in and out on itself.
Just wrong time, just wrong place, Just wrong body, just wrong face.
But still, I chose to take a chance. Just in case.
Now I know my heart can stretch, the barriers of time, The barriers of space.
Find my way to someone new.
But only if they’re willing, only if they’re willing too.
Ella Fence
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