Wind Chimes

I can’t thank you enough, Grace. 

You took the time to help erase

The love ruin running in my veins. 

Today, I’m back in your arms

there’s something in the way

you take away the weight

letting me float in this world

I can’t thank you enough, Grace. 

I want to honor you,

the proper girl 

with all the original parts,

call me old fashion,

sometimes I know I don’t fit 

in this fucked version world. 

You adore me anyway. 

I’ll celebrate you,

hanging wind chimes

just outside my bedroom window

as a soft gentle breeze

or a heavy gust 

I know you’re always there. 

Grace,

I can’t thank you enough.