My dearest,
we hang up and I lose
we talk, laugh, design our future
everything is making sense
yet we stop just short from making actual plans
I torture myself to get a taste
I reach yet I can't eat it
the time we'd spend be a waste
things might once again get too heated
I deserve someone who doesn't leave me guessing
who wants me, all of it and more
who sees me as their biggest blessing
and who doesn't care about before
we find our way back together
everything alligns so perfectly
I know it was God
who had us meet in santorini
but fear, doubt and the devil cirlce our heads
and I end up crying
curled up in my bed
that I imagine us in every night
I don't want to fight
I want everything to fall into place
I am brave enough
I don't care what we face
yet, I love you too much to not be chosen
for my soul and spirit sakes
I have faith, I trust, I care, I love
yet my heart breaks
for the people we could be
for the future we hold in our hands
because for every doubt in the commands
when we question why God put us on the same path
when we question why we should restart
and let our combined vision be
it is the devil whispering
see?
Forever Yours,
Zoë
Creative Existence 