I’m like his silent “achoo”
Teenage Dream
Wish Come True
9 of Cups
Heart-knit glue
Still connected even through
The water of emotion
We tried to bottle
Until the top popped open
So many things we’ve left unspoken
But telepathically
I leave my gate open
For him to walk my golden path
To the doors made of pink glass
Was starting to shatter fast
But he’s the ball of glue
Rebuilt my cast
Elastic refined my form
Bendable body
Graceful form
Down the middle we were torn
Transformed the fire into form
Formulas of infinite fate
Physically shifting weight
My time has come
No need to wait
Right on time
Divine Timing is never late.
