Something about the way
the sway of your voice lulls my wounds to sleep
Something in the things you say
Makes my broken heart released
The sigh of relief held in
Not knowing whether id sink or swim
atop ripping curls
So instead, I rest and allow myself to float
And hold onto your every note
The pentameter of wisdom
Smoothing loose paths
Telling my heart to hold fast
To hope, to love, and to be loved again
To find in you, a homie, lover and friend
So speak to me and let your actions be heard
And let my heart repeat, til I believe those words
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