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Jan 2019 · 442
Amore Mio
What if I read you a story
Starting; β€œOnce upon a time”
And you realized, it’s your life
Spelt out on every line

Reading the feelings of your heart
They Danced perfectly with mine
But you and I can end the story
Where our paths intertwine

These demons we thought defined us
Anxiety, depression, beat us to the core
But they make us who we are today
Better and stronger than we were before

Happiness is a feeling
I experience every day
Though haunted by evil in my head
You make them all go away

Happiness is also something
You never thought to feel again
But hopefully your little Angel
Can bring you that, no matter when

Our lives are an adventure
And it’s us that holds then pen
We are going to fill the pages right
Before we reach the end.
Nov 2018 · 555
Her eyes
Her eyes tell a story
Of anger and pain,
You think she is happy
But just look again.

Hidden under her clothes
Are the scars of her past,
A roadmap to places
She finds herself at last.

The tears rushing down
As she tries to lift her chin,
Her heart at a shatter
This fight, she won’t win.

Her smile is now painted
A master of disguise,
And you can see it all
Just look into her eyes.
Sep 2018 · 508
unspoken
If you go outside at night
After the world has gone to sleep,
You can hear the Planet sigh
Pained by the secrets that She keeps.
The Wind sings a different song
Than the ones you hear by day,
As though it’s choking on the words
That we’re too afraid to say.
They don’t wonder about the problems
That are melted in Her core,
And that it’s packed so close to bursting
She can’t hold it for much more.
For how can they see Her weakness
When they’ve known something so strong,
When she weeps, and they can’t hear it,
Does it mean there’s something wrong?
Dec 2017 · 564
Tender
Life is like glass
My body far too thin
To end up with your shards
Deep in my skin
Now these scars run upon my fingers
Trying to pick up the broken pieces
But they run too deep just to forget
Despite the wilted roses
From the time we first met
So now I sit and wait
For something dead to grow
Jul 2017 · 479
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A butterfly flies besides us
Like a sunbeam
For a moment in time.
It brings glory, beauty, and hope to us
But then it flies off again
And though we wish it could have stayed
We feel so lucky to have seen it

— The End —