W&M

You pacifed your wounds with smoke and spirits

I held hand doubtful, you were deaf to hear it,

This affection is rare and can’t be faked

And you take and take and take

Filling your pockets with the best of my intentions,

Why have I left myself with only crumbs?  The question, my lesson,

I will not allow myself to drop into limerance and only be caught by cold hard Earth,

You could have caught me had you only known your worth,

I can’t convince you of what you don’t know to be true,

This is why my love, I now release you.

I release you that I might hold onto me,

May we find peace and hearts lustrous, beaming, free