You always had
The worst time
Waiting for the waters to still
Always wanted
To wade too early
Into her rough
But what if
You could quiet your own storms
long enough to learn the difference
Between the first pull of a rising tide
And distance
What if
You could make yourself a shore
Full of all the desire and wanting
You ever needed
So you weren’t left
Always Wanting
Palms facing god
Waiting for rain
And her current to change
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