The world stopped spinning when I saw your face. I could taste the hurt you left on my lips when you left your lips on his. I could feel the wound split and tear as if your knife’s still in. I could sense the burn from within my heart to ask a thousand questions. But all I did was sit and stare and hurt and ache and wonder.
My child, you are a survivor You're so full of depth And feeling That no soul could ever know And you live... You live and that's powerful God ****** I hope you can see that One day Because you inspire me Every day, you inspire me Every smile, every frown And every breakdown you fight Is everything to me For you are a survivor And you will go far
No one shares seats on the bus Not since fourth grade And I’m still trying to figure out if it’s because we want the room to ourselves Or because too many of us still flinch when someone slides in next to us It happened in the summer between fourth and fifth grade And whatever it is, we don’t know But no one shares seats on the bus
You're a flower in the night Where darkness persists You're waiting there For your chance to bloom
And god, it'll be so beautiful
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