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Little Bear Aug 2016
i wish for my
petals
to be cast
upon the ground

to soften your steps

so that you feel
what it is
to feel

my love
my comfort
my love

feeling fragrance
upon your skin
the colour
and softness
within

my pleasure
is yours

quietly letting the softness
in

walking with love

my love

under your skin
Little Bear Aug 2016
something in me aches
you know?
i just can't figure it out
so i lay in the grass
looking at the blue
above

and this ache

this ache
sinks

sinks
deep

deep
into the ground

allowing peace
a gentle peace
to take it's place

and the blue sky
above
tells the truth
to the
brown eyes
below

a
softly
softly
unraveling
truth

and i feel

from the
brown earth
beneath
to the
blue sky
above

it
is
love
Little Bear Aug 2016
i hope i'm not too much
and i hope i'm not too little
i just wish to be enough
and land somewhere
in the middle
constant anxiety makes you feel you can be too much for your friends to deal with and, at the same time, you feel you are no where near enough. But true friends will eat your porridge anyway lol...

i know..that was terrible..  

haha and i'm not even sorry :o) **
Little Bear Aug 2016
in the most beautiful way
he was there

for when i silently cried
for when i smiled
for when i had
no words
to say

for when i had
no words
left
in me
and none to
give away

for when
my heart
whispered
it's secrets

and for each
and every word
i could not utter

he was listening

and
in my silence

he heard me
still
Little Bear Aug 2016
The size of the world
never changes
and yet
there are times
when it feels
so very big,
or maybe
it's just me,
feeling so
incredibly
small,
so
incredibly
small  
that i wonder
if I might slip
through the cracks..
and disappear
entirely
Little Bear Aug 2016
in his love
my spirit softened
like a fragrant balm
had been soothed
over the raging storm
of my disquieting
thoughts,
within my soul
the storm
had been quelled
and a stillness
fell about
my feet
like autumn leaves
softly
silently
covering the ground
blanketing
that
which i always wished
would swallow me
whole
Little Bear Aug 2016
I hold my breath
with the last
of your words
forever
in my lungs

reciting your love
as if a chant
a comfort
for those of us
who find ourselves
lost
hoping my exhale
does not
break the spell
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