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I have pockets full of suffering Stuffed to the brim with doubt Enough tears to fill an ocean But enough love to dry it out I’ve walked a thousand miles with many pairs of shoes Worn out all my zippers and learned to sing the blues I’ve seen the tops of mountains Watched rainbows kiss the sky Felt the snap of a lightning crack And earned all my patches too I’ve held locks of lovers’ hair Carried shame and pity too Crossed the spaces on a map Though on paper they were just an inch or two I’ve listened to your whispers Your admiration and your pride How you can love every part of me Even those I try to hide You love my worn out zippers My pockets full of fears My heart held on with shoe strings And the dirt earned over years You told me I was beautiful For all the things I’d seen I told you, you were crazy But keep talking anyways I know I’ll settle down one day When the world feels not so new My threads will be much thinner then And I’ll need some patching too But I hope you’ll still think me beautiful For all the things I’ve seen with you
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
My life as a backpack
I have pockets full of suffering Stuffed to the brim with doubt Enough tears to fill an ocean But enough love to dry it out I’ve walked a thousand miles with many pairs of shoes Worn out all my zippers and learned to sing the blues I’ve seen the tops of mountains Watched rainbows kiss the sky Felt the snap of a lightning crack And earned all my patches too I’ve held locks of lovers’ hair Carried shame and pity too Crossed the spaces on a map Though on paper they were just an inch or two I’ve listened to your whispers Your admiration and your pride How you can love every part of me Even those I try to hide You love my worn out zippers My pockets full of fears My heart held on with shoe strings And the dirt earned over years You told me I was beautiful For all the things I’d seen I told you, you were crazy But keep talking anyways I know I’ll settle down one day When the world feels not so new My threads will be much thinner then And I’ll need some patching too But I hope you’ll still think me beautiful For all the things I’ve seen with you
sam-greig-mohns
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
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