honey you were in it, leading me
across a way i never built, saying
sorrow never hurt a body and oh
will you give me yours, sweet heart and soul?
i had a dream where i was ghost
so maybe more than how i am
to your pen on paper future
spinning a wish of what i could be.
it is sorrow, isn't it honey? it bites
me so swiftly and heals by the
the knowledge of God that steps
where i step since i met
your conscious voice, all of grace
verse my nature. it is nature, isn't it,
this sorrow's hurt upon my body
and this awake. it is not just
my dream i dreamed of milk and
honey you are it.
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