Felicia

We are not constant
In the spring when we are brought to life again by the
bright green tree crowns and the humble sun squeezing in
through the mirk that has bewildered us within 
the winter months are pressed away and hope begins
 
We stand by the shoreling, holding in
The sense of contentment to our ends
 
You 
Were true to who I am
Don't let your mind drop
Someday I trust you'll understand
 
Like a distant glittering in the dark, we
allow a newfound love to pick our hearts apart
I felt our naked feet grow old in the sand, and I
overlooked the coast and trembled for your hand
 
We hand out ourselves while holding in
Dissilution to all that life can't give
 
You 
Were true to who I am
Don't let your mind drop 
Someday I trust you'll understand
 
That we are not constant
We're bound to ramble endlessly 
We run from contentment 
but long for tranquillity 
 
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