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A mother's lap, all downy flesh Or a bird cushioned in the nest Softness, light, and feather-white We all seek our respites. Warm bathwater and soothing scent Sand, sun, and sea perlescent In lover's beds and lover's rosy minds We all seek our respites. All beings crave some sweet affection The relief of a loving connection We seek home and it's delights We all seek our respites. We deserve love so we hunt For feelings, closeness and trust But do we really all live for light; We all seek our respites. What happens when we only hate Ourselves, our bodies, and our weight Can we allow relaxation and smile We all seek our respites. Some feel unequal to pleasure For them, pain is to be treasured More comfort in screams than sighs We all seek our respites. Some beings have to hurt to feel When only pain and blood is real A friend, your razorblade at night We all seek our respites. When the brain can be so cruel Deprivation, denial, and their rules Don't feel wrong but beautifully right We all seek our respites. For those of us in isolation Undeserving of self-preservation It's easier to suffer than to fight We all seek our respites. © Tara India.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
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A mother's lap, all downy flesh Or a bird cushioned in the nest Softness, light, and feather-white We all seek our respites. Warm bathwater and soothing scent Sand, sun, and sea perlescent In lover's beds and lover's rosy minds We all seek our respites. All beings crave some sweet affection The relief of a loving connection We seek home and it's delights We all seek our respites. We deserve love so we hunt For feelings, closeness and trust But do we really all live for light; We all seek our respites. What happens when we only hate Ourselves, our bodies, and our weight Can we allow relaxation and smile We all seek our respites. Some feel unequal to pleasure For them, pain is to be treasured More comfort in screams than sighs We all seek our respites. Some beings have to hurt to feel When only pain and blood is real A friend, your razorblade at night We all seek our respites. When the brain can be so cruel Deprivation, denial, and their rules Don't feel wrong but beautifully right We all seek our respites. For those of us in isolation Undeserving of self-preservation It's easier to suffer than to fight We all seek our respites. © Tara India.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
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