Bleed myself for you and
Give up everything for one kiss and
A thousand mornings waking next to him and
oversized proclamations of love are
shouted and outpoured and fervently sung
each day but
the bus still comes at 5 and
signs still say stop and cross here because
their guidance is really all we can rely on.
Life hasn’t changed, the world hasn’t changed because
Changing means small and
To truly alter a soul, a love
Requires only a whisper
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