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Boy made of wildflowers and rainy days
He is a boy made of wildflowers and walks in the woods after rain.
He is the smell of moss and old books that he reads in the morning over a bagel and earl grey. -
A poem is
A poem is the small bead on the floor.
A poem is the single red leaf left on that maple tree.
A poem is the way the sun shines in your eyes.
A poem is the way that lady struts down the street. -
to-do list for getting better
To-do list for getting better- pull on my onesie that feels like a cloud and sheds like a dog
- start a fire with just enough logs
- warm tea or hot chocolate to keep my hands warm
- fuzzy socks on tired feet, tucked under my
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Slowly breaking
My heart was slowly breaking.
Now it's on the floor.
All the shards,
Sharp as glass.
They are all around me.
Keeping me in.
I can't escape.
Even the tears flowing down my cheeks
Can't wash them away. -
I can try
I know I will never understand your pain,
But I can try.
I can hold you up,
When your legs don't work no more.
I can wipe the tears from your eyes.
I can squeeze your hand,
And smile at your Beautifull face. -
loud
You make my life so loud.
Now I like the noise.