it will get better
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How can I go creeping
Barefoot in the snow?
How can I love so deeply,
Someone I do not know?
There is beauty that I find
In your smile, in your eyes
In the tears while you cry
It is the way the tide rumbles slowly,
racing up the sand to blanket my feet.
It is the way my toes submerge effortlessly,
into the soft embrace of the miniscule grains.
I had a feeling inside
That I was trying to hide
I didn’t want myself to know
I was feeling unstable, untouchable
But you were my anchor
You’ve never let me go
I thought I was healed
