Our Sanctuary

Sometimes, I feel like I am just in a state where nothing else can go wrong or end
but most of the times, I just cannot feel the toes below me.
I just don't know what I will do with this situation.
I want to hold on but sometimes, I feel like that I am breathing for a dream.
A dream that can never be but can be.
Confused and waiting for you to gently hold my hand, with dreams almost forgotten.
Dreams that made me live through the years, dreams that made my heart close for the rest of the waiting.
This I say to you for the moment to ease the pain of drifting away from you.
It was never my fault nor was it yours. Time is the forbidden fruit in our garden.
Time tasted so sweet when you are here, without you, time tasted bitter.
Wait till we meet in our garden while I wait for your return.
Dance, dance in our garden, With sweat that tasted like wine, and tears that tasted like sour milk.
While my rose bloomed, I wait for my butterfly to notice it. Notice it, notice it.
But winter came and again the rose withered. And as spring came, I still see not my butterfly.
As I wait for my butterfly to graze at my rose garden, here I will sit and wait for the bleeding to stop.
Wait for another spring, wait for another autumn, wait for another winter.
Wait.....wait.....wait.... and I will.......wait...........................................

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