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It’s time to cut the strings of you, I think.
I get tangled up and I’m tired now.
Just let me rest for a minute,
to ease my eyes and
stop my spinning mind.
But then I’ll get to cutting.
Snip.
Snip.
I can’t wait for my first breath.
we are but the sand and the ocean.
you are the sand
warm, fine, comforting, golden
people always seem
to walk all over you,
but not me
for I am the ocean
deep, brave, pure, peaceful
and I try so hard to get to you
but every time I push myself
I always end up trickling back to where I belong
it's not fair
I want to belong to you

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If your pain was a pebble instead of a boulder
If your grief was a feather , I could bear it on one shoulder
If your smile would never falter and your eyes would never water
The world would never be brighter
This poem is for a friend of mine whose heart may be hurting. I believe that pain is a language that has no boundaries ,so maybe we can all understand.....
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