madeline-bernadette-kassen

They wonder why the flowers in your garden are losing their glow But they'll never know that all of my butterflies drank your sweet nectar and later died from its poison My butterflies wanted to love your petals and watch your garden grow But your beautiful flowers were rotten at their roots They were never meant to give nor receive love

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC

breyes

Your Garden

They wonder why the flowers in your garden are losing their glow But they'll never know that all of my butterflies drank your sweet nectar and later died from its poison My butterflies wanted to love your petals and watch your garden grow But your beautiful flowers were rotten at their roots They were never meant to give nor receive love

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I was staring at my footsteps today And I remembered how small my feet are Maybe that's why you didn't stick around Because his imprint was bigger than mine I told myself I was being silly I walked the other way Then I thought of how you always dreamed of being covered in tattoos And I thought of all the conclusions I had drawn for you It made no sense to me why you'd leave For he hadn't drawn one blueprint for your tattoos I stepped toward where I stood before You hadn't been around for months You hadn't seen my latest paintings Or tasted the Indian stir fry noodles I slaved over--- I took another step You hadn't seen how my hair had grown Before I trimmed my ends--- I took another step You didn't know how in love I was or what my plans were for the next week--- I took another step That I plan to go out of the country this summer--- I took another step I found myself at your door I remember how twisted I felt knocking with ****** knuckles on your door Trying to talk to you but You don't call me anymore I walked away from your door

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC

madeline-bernadette-kassen

Footsteps

I was staring at my footsteps today And I remembered how small my feet are Maybe that's why you didn't stick around Because his imprint was bigger than mine I told myself I was being silly I walked the other way Then I thought of how you always dreamed of being covered in tattoos And I thought of all the conclusions I had drawn for you It made no sense to me why you'd leave For he hadn't drawn one blueprint for your tattoos I stepped toward where I stood before You hadn't been around for months You hadn't seen my latest paintings Or tasted the Indian stir fry noodles I slaved over--- I took another step You hadn't seen how my hair had grown Before I trimmed my ends--- I took another step You didn't know how in love I was or what my plans were for the next week--- I took another step That I plan to go out of the country this summer--- I took another step I found myself at your door I remember how twisted I felt knocking with ****** knuckles on your door Trying to talk to you but You don't call me anymore I walked away from your door

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I was never satisfied with being the observer or the healer I wanted to be healed I wanted to be fun to watch like the many people I observed and loved at a distance I had a habit of seeing things from one set of eyes only I tried on different masks I felt lonely I felt numb There was nothing to me except speculation But I pushed this away It only came in between helping others I used to think I lost myself in guiding others But I had never found myself in the first place Reflective states would come in waves But I had forgotten how to swim The day I fell into the sea It may have been a river But I couldn’t tell Because I was just a pebble

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC

madeline-bernadette-kassen

Pebble

I was never satisfied with being the observer or the healer I wanted to be healed I wanted to be fun to watch like the many people I observed and loved at a distance I had a habit of seeing things from one set of eyes only I tried on different masks I felt lonely I felt numb There was nothing to me except speculation But I pushed this away It only came in between helping others I used to think I lost myself in guiding others But I had never found myself in the first place Reflective states would come in waves But I had forgotten how to swim The day I fell into the sea It may have been a river But I couldn’t tell Because I was just a pebble

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