Anchor

Anchor.

No, I never learned my lesson, and I always got too close,

It’s easy to fall in love when she’s not wearing any clothes.

And I try to teach the others how to live, love and let go

But I’m still in the exact same spot where you’ve left me months ago.

And I dream about the future, and I pray for better days

But the feeling that I thought would leave me months ago, it stays.

Always watching, always waiting, any chance to make me fall,

Never leaving, never fading, always ruining it all.

Cherryhill forever standing up above the lower land,

All the time we’ve spent together- footprints faded in the sand.

My facade is fooling everyone except for you and me,

Pressure building up is making me collapse onto a knee,

And I pray and wait for answers, sometimes there seem to be none,

But when I lift up my head, I find all thoughts of you are gone.

This, my strength, my rock, my anchor, helped me find out who I am,

I am sculpted, I am righteous, I belong in Buckingham.

I have to love myself the same way I loved you and the dawn.

At least for now, I know that is something I need to work on.