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 Nov 2016 Suzy Hazelwood
Irene
why i do give pieces of myself
expecting in return to receive fullness from others
yet it always ends up in disappointment

why do i give fractions of myself to others
yet they don't even give a fraction of themselves to me
am i sounding selfish
i don't know anymore

i am tired of empty promises, fake smiles, half-hearted laughs and sleepless nights
i do not wish any longer to give pieces of myself
i will either give all of me or not at all
and this sounds harsh i know
but i have always been an all-or-nothing type of person
i can't seem to help it
maybe it is selfish of me
perhaps i will get hurt for caring too much
but i'd rather care too much than regret not having cared at all
despite everything
written at 1:30am on 11/1/16
 Nov 2016 Suzy Hazelwood
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 Nov 2016 Suzy Hazelwood
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she was not the type of girl who would sing lullabies until you fall asleep

she was the type of girl who would keep you on the edge of your seat.. the reason you cannot fall asleep
You feel a storm in your stomach,
It fumbles your insides
And pours down your face
This is the second prose/poem I wrote that tells combined tales of humans and storms.
A babbling stream, a peaceful lane
These are the things that I enjoy
As I walk on a summers day
With a warm gentle breeze upon my face

A cottage in a field, with swirling smoke
A family sitting round ready to eat
Rich chicken soup and freshly baked bread
Then five little children all snug in their bed

A flitting bird upon the nest
Protecting her brood from unknown harm
A cow chewing cud all gentle and calm
Then sheep and one dog in one accord

Oh what a beautiful land we have
If we would take the time to see
Instead of rushing through the day
Let’s sit for a while and take it all in
it was so nice to get out into the country
we dont know what we have unless we take the time to see the beautiful things around us
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