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In the morning when you open your eyes
Say hello to the birds and butterflies
Smell the fresh air and gaze at the beautiful sky
Listen to the crickets and watch the sunrise
Because life is short but it's a beautiful thing.
I wrote this one on a day when I was actually happy. That doesn't happen very often.
You are the pour of a hot cup of tea on an autumn morningĀ 

You are every poetic verse poured onto one single sheet

You are the cool pouring rain on a warm summer night
Mine sensory,
Is not as all the others......

I canst feeleth
Seeith
Heareth
Toucheth
Understandeth
Smelleth,
All the thing's that art invisible to the materialistic mammals!

As tis
If they didst haveth all mine senses
They wouldst runneth from fear.......
Nostalgia,
Knocketh on mine ventricular door
Saying
Where art thou?
Mi amour'....
Where art thou?
Mine home....
Wherein art thou?

Tis,
I don't knoweth....
some of the people that
love you the most
Ironically
hurt you the most
yet I love
forgiveness is my weapon of choice
i always carry bombs of compassion
& tanks that are fueled with empathy
because a heart like mine will sacrifice itself in
war for love
Society says

Don't cry;
That's weak

Don't talk about pain
That's selfish

Don't be smart
That's nerdy

Don't talk much
That's annoying

Don't be yourself
That's stupid
At least in my case
You tell me to grow up
To stop being a child

That I am being weak
I don't actually hurt that bad

Well news flash:
I am a child
And I do hurt that bad
How do you even fight
A battle that's in yourself?
To answer: It's impossible
I know
I'm giving up
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