Wading

 

A Prophet Scorned

As I stand here among the towers
I look to the ground for the flowers
Pluck the ones that delight your eyes
An offering against all demise

Now my chance to love you is fading
In your ocean of tears I am wading
Feel like I am losing control
Taking it’s toll after toll

My choice of words my way
Make for a better day
Full of love from the beginning
And here I heard your heart ring

That joy that makes your heart leap
Should be held close to keep
That elated feeling of being loved
Not something that is shoved

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