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Dear Sledgehammer Heart, You are tough as nails,         and you are also soft as silk. You are wildflowers          blossoming in the spring,          and again in the summer. You bloom more for yourself,                                                      than for anyone else. You are both student and teacher          with fistfuls of love, clenched for those that hurt. You taught me          the importance of a good porch: The Foundation Must Be Solid.                               A Home can be built anywhere, as long as the Foundation is Solid. You taught me to announce myself, and to be proud of the songs that come out.                                        *(Even when the sounds are sharp,                      they must be set free somehow, right?)*        And you taught me          how to handle a heart as delicate as mine      pretends not to be,                       with soft hands and gentle love Stones smoothed into little pebbles at the bottom of a river.      I can only hope I have learned                to hold your heart with the skill and grace of bird wings And to lift you                            higher                                         as you do me. It is the only way I can think to return the lightness                        you gift by existing. Please remember,                                 My Sledgehammer Man,              you must simply exist and the universe is lighter                  for it.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
a letter to my best friend, or a lesson in holding a heart
Dear Sledgehammer Heart, You are tough as nails,         and you are also soft as silk. You are wildflowers          blossoming in the spring,          and again in the summer. You bloom more for yourself,                                                      than for anyone else. You are both student and teacher          with fistfuls of love, clenched for those that hurt. You taught me          the importance of a good porch: The Foundation Must Be Solid.                               A Home can be built anywhere, as long as the Foundation is Solid. You taught me to announce myself, and to be proud of the songs that come out.                                        *(Even when the sounds are sharp,                      they must be set free somehow, right?)*        And you taught me          how to handle a heart as delicate as mine      pretends not to be,                       with soft hands and gentle love Stones smoothed into little pebbles at the bottom of a river.      I can only hope I have learned                to hold your heart with the skill and grace of bird wings And to lift you                            higher                                         as you do me. It is the only way I can think to return the lightness                        you gift by existing. Please remember,                                 My Sledgehammer Man,              you must simply exist and the universe is lighter                  for it.
A love letter written to my best friend, who calls himself "The boy with the Sledgehammer Heart" in his own poetry. No one has ever held my heart quite like you, Lex. I am forever thankful.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
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