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Michelle E Witek Jan 2015
Your shirt is on my
   Pillow but I just cry cuz
        It has no heartbeat.
Michelle E Witek Dec 2014
He carries me away and we sync.
I am in love.
With the way he moves, his purity, his honesty.
I am in love
With the partnership, the trust, and the power.
In him is a reflection of myself.
An image of the soul at its deepest.
He's the one presence I could never live without.
The true love of my life
The horse.
Michelle E Witek Aug 2014
Fingers through my hair, running down my face.
Who have I become? Not a trace
Of who I intended to be in the first place.

When did I decide it was okay
Not to stand my ground, let myself decay
And welcome sadness in, let it stay?

I've really gotta learn to to love myself.
Put self-hatred down, leave it on a shelf.
Never let it weigh me down again.
Michelle E Witek May 2014
Dandelions are for the hopeful.
Maybe it's because when they die
Fragile as they become
They still hold the power of life.
Maybe, it's the metaphor.
The idea that when we make a wish
When we gently blow the seeds of our dreams out into the world
They will land and prosper and grow.
Planting the belief in them becoming reality.
Michelle E Witek Mar 2014
If I close my eyes tight enough I can feel your skin again.
My fingers can be locked tightly between yours again.
Your breath dances on my cheek...again.
I'm trapped in desperation to be close to you again.
I find myself wrapped in your shirt you sent me off with
Sprayed in your cologne that reminds me it wasn't a dream.
Not sure if I want to add more to this or not.
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