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Margo May Apr 2015
she is a
glowing gleaming glorious
flower
in the midst of a
sea of gray.
she is a
radiant righteous ray
of shimmering sunlight
in a clouded world.
and she carries
a golden heart
full of
hope.
Margo May Apr 2015
if only you knew
how i felt inside
as you stared into my soul
and locked eyes with mine,
if only you knew
how my heart cried
as you sang to me
your beautiful lullaby.
Margo May Apr 2015
mind doubting
hands trembling
heart racing
soul shaking.

fear climbing
microphone rising
adrenaline rushing
voice singing.

standing on a mountain of vulnerability,
longing to return to my musician reality.
i am terrified of singing in front of others, but it happened last night, so...
Margo May Mar 2015
you've begun pulling away without hesitation,
and so i lay down a new foundation.

every day spent in lament,
is a day spent pouring cement.

as tensions quickly become thick,
i create space by adding more bricks.

and when your ways just don't make sense,
the only solution is a barb-wired fence.

i wonder if i'll forever be alone,
as walls grow higher, stone by stone.

if you find yourself dying to get through,
i'll be watching from my inside view.

it won't be easy because the hurt is real
a resistant fire wall is my seal.

temporary or permanent i cannot say,
but this is where i'll wait and stay.

know that i must do what is best for me,
building walls that separate what used to be.
don't know what is happening between us right now. he used to be like my best friend..
Margo May Mar 2015
no matter how much you try to let go,
or try to change your mind,
the heart will always win,
every single time.
Margo May Mar 2015
yesterday,
in a rush to get to school,
i ripped my
blue and white shirt
off it's hanger
without a thought of you.

later,
i glanced in the mirror
and found
small white spots
hardened and scattered
on the sleeves.

i washed them out
and ran off to school.

it wasn't until
spanish class
that i realized the spots were from
you,
from that frosting fight
we had so long ago.

and so,
i smiled to myself
at the happy memory
from happy times
of baking cakes
and frosting fights.
Margo May Feb 2015
it comes-
from deep in your heart
from the depths of your soul
from every hidden corner of your mind.
it's communicated through-
the words you say
the tone you speak with
the light in your eyes
the genuine expression.
it holds a power-
to make a difference
to change lives
to become joyful yourself.
isn't the same as being nice-
it goes above and beyond
it endures hardships
it says, '"i care"
it is authentic.

not always easy,
but definitely worth it.
kindness is a gift.
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