Sometimes I feel like we are dams
not dammed, but rivers of emotion held back by concrete
to release feelings in controlled manners to maintain
life that has felt lost.
Breaks and cracks do happen where tender hands can fix
but the storms of many have come and I will overflow.
what scares me is the damage I will do and
whoever has not left will have eyes turned for an answer
to find wreckage, waste and whispers of sorrow
if I had a purpose, I think I might have failed.
I would warn you this will happen but goodbyes b r e a k
p i e c e s
walk on my shoulders once more so I can o f
remember your warmth when water and ice take m e .
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like we are dams
not dammed, but rivers of emotion held back by concrete
to release feelings in controlled manners to maintain
life that has felt lost.
Breaks and cracks do happen where tender hands can fix
but the storms of many have come and I will overflow.
what scares me is the damage I will do and
whoever has not left will have eyes turned for an answer
to find wreckage, waste and whispers of sorrow
if I had a purpose, I think I might have failed.
I would warn you this will happen but goodbyes b r e a k
p i e c e s
walk on my shoulders once more so I can o f
remember your warmth when water and ice take m e .
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