Snorting Line*

White snow piled high broken up into single filed lines, across her coccyx and snorted of her ***.

I look at your laugh lines, and
wonder what made the edges of your lips curl,
I wonder who made your cheeks warm,
as your eyes mimicked your faintly chapped lips.

I hope it was real happiness.

I look at your frown lines, and
wonder what made your cheeks become heavy,
falling towards sunken shoulders.
I wonder who made you sullen.

Could I have helped?

I look at your laugh lines,
And I am saddened.
They tell stories that I will never hear.
And your frown lines,
Of moments I will never ease.

I look at your face staring back at mine,
And see so many;
Memories, years and lives lived.
All that I have missed.

I have met you now,
With every contour,
I have met who you are now.

The way your pencil moves along the rough surface lightly at first as if it's floating just above it. The lines barely visible like footprints where fresh snow has fallen. The lines darken and take shape, your hand working more diligently now. The pencil racing across the vast landscape that is your paper, everyone who sees the result is amazed. But to you.....they're just lines on paper

Give me the bad news first
don't sugar coat anything
I don't want to hear the good news  first as it contains lies
lies that are worst then the bad news itself

Tell me now or forever hold your peace
let me encountered the truth as the truth would set me free.
Bad news:
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4.
5.
Okay now good news
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
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10.
Well thank you for that wonderful broadcasting.

They say
"Is it really worth it,
To read between the lines?
I've never really cared that much
And It's done me just fine!"

           I say
          "To see something naturally deemed perfect?
           With an eye always turned blind
           And comfortably concealed
           Behind the clouded thoughts of kind -
           Mothers and Fathers of times past by
           That you've suffered and you've fought
           Sometimes left feeling distraught
           There's nothing left to have faith in now
           No royal of the sort
           To kneel before and hide your thoughts
           Be loyal to yourself for once
           You know that you're worth more, have pride
           Morality is an ability of yours
           There since birth and always will be
           The reality is richer rather than poor

           So Yes! you should question
           Find out more open intentioned
           Open up and peak outside
           Logic beckons you not to hide
           What answers may arise
           Is far beside this point of mine
           Just swim the sea
           Just ride the tide
           Earth is our own playing ground
           Look for things inside
           If these discoveries could sing at you
           I think they surely would
           Just waiting for knowledge to be took from them
           Beckoning to be found!".