With You

Musings Of An Autistic Mind

I can only cut it loose

When I’m with you

You can be inside of me, and everything

Is clear, present, and ever beautiful

My clouded mind brightens, and the tempest

Becomes a flowering blossom of satisfaction

Of course, a future with you will never be

I can’t be with you always, or even sometimes

So the little moments of sanity are treasured

Maybe more than they would with any other

I can only cut it loose

When I’m with you

When I’m with you

When I’m with you

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