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She Writes Jul 2022
I am a blank canvas
Begging for an artist
To add a little color to my life
She Writes Jul 2022
You handcuffed my dreams to your bed
And that’s where they'll lay, until I’m dead
She Writes Jul 2022
Some things are natural
Predictable and constant
Like falling leaves in autumn 
And flowers blooming in spring
Hopefully the same can be said
About you and me
She Writes Jul 2022
A withering flower will continue to bloom
Tilt its drooping face toward the sun
If only you'd water it and love it tender

Humans are no different; they long to grow
Their head may hang low; leaves may be wilted
If only you'd water and love them tender
She Writes Jul 2022
I’ve been beaten down
Left to bleed out
Lick my wounds and retreat

Despite the pain

I still believe in love
Though it seems
Love no longer believes in me
She Writes Jul 2022
Repurpose your pain
Create a masterpiece
- Art
She Writes Jul 2022
How can I give you what you need
when you have yet to discover it yourself?
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