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Chyanne Martin Jul 2018
I go to you
Not only because I want to
But because at this point I need to
I need to look deep into those brown eyes
Those brown eyes that not only see me, but see me as myself
Knowing that judgement is not a factor, and listening is
At my darkest of times, getting closer and closer to the edge with every day shifting by
You will be there to grab me and pull me away
Further and further away from the place I never wish to see again
Knowing that you may have been there before too
But also knowing you would go again, just to save me
Our heartbeats against one another
Almost in sync because they beat for the same thing
Each other…….
Chyanne Martin May 2018
As I listen to the water dancing down the lake,
I wish my worries and sadness were to be just as easy to float away;
The rocks around the lake representing the weight I carry upon my shoulders,
Never going away and always being just as heavy as when created;
The sandy dirt at the bottom of the lake representing myself,
Wanting to let go and wash away along with all of my worries,
But knowing I'll be in the same place tomorrow;
The water comes and goes, same as the people in one's life;
The moon, the moon is watching over the water, the dirt, and over the rocks,
Shedding light when there is darkness and disappearing when different light comes;
But the things that never leave are the most important, you see,
The dirt is always there, the rocks are always there, and even when you don't see it, the moon is still there;
The water comes and goes, same as the people in one's life......
Chyanne Martin Apr 2018
When you wake up in the morning
I wish for your feet to be sticking out of the blanket
When you go to your kitchen
I wish for you to be out of cream and sugar, so you have to drink black coffee
When you have already poured your cereal
I wish for you to be out of milk
When you go to your car to leave for work
I wish for you to have a flat tire
When you are sitting in your cubical at your nine to five office job
I wish for you to lean too far back in your office chair and fall backwards
And when you walk home, after a day of falling down, flat tires, no cereal, black coffee and cold feet
I wish for you to never know the feeling of having my soul to come to
Chyanne Martin Apr 2018
Out of all the music I’ve ever heard
Your voice is the only sound that warms my soul
Out of all the things I’ve ever felt
Your skin is the only thing I wish to touch every day
Out of all the eyes I’ve ever looked into
Yours are the only eyes I can see into deeply
Oh, out of all the people I’ve ever hugged
Your arms are the only ones I could stay in forever
Out of all the instruments I’ve ever heard played
Your melody is the only music I could listen to over and over again
And out of all these things and all of the hearts in the world
You would still never choose mine to hold onto forever
Chyanne Martin Apr 2018
She looked into the mirror and wanted to be who HE wanted
She did her hair how HE wanted
She did her makeup how HE wanted
She woke up not to go to work, but to clean the house how HE wanted
He left her a grocery list so she could pick up what HE wanted
One day she woke up and looked into that same mirror
She did her hair how SHE wanted
She did her makeup how SHE wanted
She went to the store and picked up what SHE wanted
She went around her dwelling and grabbed HER things
She left that man exactly how SHE wanted
And in that moment, she became who SHE wanted

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