Come to my table,
Drink from my cup, open the door to your soul.
Do not be the onlooker of my dance, but the
extension of my movements.
Allow me to soar,
confidently in my own sky,
yet believe there is space there for you also.
Repair my broken wings when they fail to hold
me up.
Come to my table,
drink from my cup, open the door
to your soul.
1 comment:
I just want to wrap my arms around you. love ya
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