No cut, nor graze
Soreness or burn
No bite, nor bruise
just bitter concern

Tears 
Gasping
Breathless
And PAIN
Wondering
Hoping
Living in PAIN

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You still with me?

Everything has a beginning
Everything has an end
But not everything is forgiving
And not everything can mend

A broken heart…

Something’s are broken
Full of despair
But few that are broken
With love
Can be repaired

I had an uncle
Who went to war
And when he came back
He was afraid of the world
“Paranoia” they called it
But in his eyes there was fear
And I didn’t know what he had seen
Because he wouldn’t tell us
But it made me wonder
If there are more bad things in this world
And maybe they’re kept hidden
So we don't have to be afraid

everyone has a fear of falling
from buildings
planes
and your lips
when they call me;
but we should be more like the winter snow
falling with the sole purpose
to create beauty
and to know
that my fear will keep you warm
in the coldest
darkest
times