my thanks go out to you
who found water in the woods
with just a stick
who found
oceans in sky
with just
an eyelid
and reaped what once was sown.
we spoke once
before we met
and I promise to
never break hearts.
remember...?
we
spoke of what would
come to be when the time
was to come,
but when it did
I faltered.
I was too young.
my thanks to you
who wakes to walk
speaks to heal
and feels to love.
when we spoke
before we met
you said
you would raise me
a heart.
so lets meet once more
ahead of time
so I can thank you. On time.
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