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She paints with crooked fingers
Barely holding the brush

She cries with deep blue eyes
Hardly able to see the road as
Tears flood her vision

She loves with a cracked heart
Scarcely letting in any sunshine
In her darkest of times

Winding red strokes of paint
Cover the canvas
Slightly destroyed by emotion
Filled tears
Littered with rain cloud.
People often say that
One needs to cut the apron
Strings that attach them to their mothers.
Though they aren't real apron strings,
It's simply a metaphor for letting go.

Personally I believe that we have yarn Strings or maybe chain links that Attach us to the people we love.

Possibly we have strings for those
In our lives that arethe beginnings of Love or the people we hold special to Us, like our friends or our former Loves.

And maybe we have chain links that Forever attach us to the people we Love. I heard once that if you truly fall In love with someone you never really Stop loving them.

I have chain links and yarn strings
Around my heart. I wonder if you're a Chain link or a yarn strings.
S h e  H a s  S t a r l i g h t  K i s s e d  S k i n,
S o f t  A n d  L i t t e r e d  W i t h  F r e c k l e s,
A  T r a n s p a r e n t  B l u e
S h e  B e l o n g s  T o  N o  O n e  
B u t  T h e  S t a r s  Th e m s e l v e s
I yearn to lay under grey storm clouds
To let cold hard rain drops attempt to wash away my pain

I yearn to not be the disappointment that I am
To make my father see that I am more than this

I yearn to stop crying so much
To make this lingering pain in my chest fade

I yearn to stop breathing
To let the gentle hand of death smother out my flame
All of these are my secret wants...
Run your hands through my hair,
Kiss my neck softly,
Whisper sweet words into my shoulders,
Kiss me like you're drowning
And only my lips can keep you alive,
Love me with all your essence,
Appreciate both my mind and body,

These are the selfish things I demand of you,

I will selfishly love you, if you let me.
And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.
Laying On The Cold Cement
Starring Up At The Cloudless Sky
I Can't Help But To Think That
I'm Secretly Hoping A Car Will Come Speeding By
And That All Of This Will Surely End.

Laying On The Cold Hard Earth
Starring Up At The Starry Sky
I Can't Help But To Secretly Wish
That He Was Laying Here Next To Me

Sitting Outside On The Old Porch Swing
Starring Out At The Cloud Filled Sky
I Can't Help But To Think About
All The Things That Happened
And How I Miss It There So Much
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