#regenerate - Hello Poetry

And as the sun sets, I let my mind reset, ready for the next day.

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Sep 25, 2020

Sep 25, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC

Daisy-Goddess

At Sunset

And as the sun sets, I let my mind reset, ready for the next day.

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To make a new beginning. To go through, but suddenly go back. With the ability to rethink prior actions Correcting self. To be better at. Redirecting thoughts. Applying evaluation to the experiences. Creating balance to produce better outcomes. Preparing the mind then training the flesh to follow. Often hard to do, because sometimes! what or who that has been obtained must be let go of. Hope for the better, Even with mixed emotions Step after step Starting over could be the best bet Not only is there a New beginning Also comes Beautiful Endings

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May 7, 2020

May 7, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC

jackie-g

Start over

To make a new beginning. To go through, but suddenly go back. With the ability to rethink prior actions Correcting self. To be better at. Redirecting thoughts. Applying evaluation to the experiences. Creating balance to produce better outcomes. Preparing the mind then training the flesh to follow. Often hard to do, because sometimes! what or who that has been obtained must be let go of. Hope for the better, Even with mixed emotions Step after step Starting over could be the best bet Not only is there a New beginning Also comes Beautiful Endings

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The hair on my head has never been touched by you. Every couple years we gain new cells and skin too. One day I will never have been touched by you. One day you won't know me. I'll only be a distant memory. Let me fade into the background of your mind. You don't need me in your life. Please move on. I'm not the girl you used to know, I'm a woman now. Full grown. You were always full of lies. Your butterflies have morphed into nothing more but flies. I wish you would leave. My eyes are dry can't you see? When I see your face or the back of your head, My heart starts to pound. Not in love or excitement. But in a nervous, anxious, fright. Your memories are lost in the depths of my mind. But when anyone mentions your name... They crash forward like a tidal wave. All the laughs and smiles... All the lies and cries... The hurt. The betrayal. One day... You will have never touched me. Let me fade in your memories. I'm new. Reborn. I'm not the girl you used to know. I'm a woman now. Full grown. No longer naive. Or filled with silly dreams. My hair you once touched... Long chopped off. And in another couple of years, My cells and skin will be new too. One day I will have a body you have never touched. So let me fade in your memory. I'm not the girl you used to know. I'm a woman now. Full grown.

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Jun 3, 2016

Jun 3, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC

lindsey-nicole-isbell

Regeneration

The hair on my head has never been touched by you. Every couple years we gain new cells and skin too. One day I will never have been touched by you. One day you won't know me. I'll only be a distant memory. Let me fade into the background of your mind. You don't need me in your life. Please move on. I'm not the girl you used to know, I'm a woman now. Full grown. You were always full of lies. Your butterflies have morphed into nothing more but flies. I wish you would leave. My eyes are dry can't you see? When I see your face or the back of your head, My heart starts to pound. Not in love or excitement. But in a nervous, anxious, fright. Your memories are lost in the depths of my mind. But when anyone mentions your name... They crash forward like a tidal wave. All the laughs and smiles... All the lies and cries... The hurt. The betrayal. One day... You will have never touched me. Let me fade in your memories. I'm new. Reborn. I'm not the girl you used to know. I'm a woman now. Full grown. No longer naive. Or filled with silly dreams. My hair you once touched... Long chopped off. And in another couple of years, My cells and skin will be new too. One day I will have a body you have never touched. So let me fade in your memory. I'm not the girl you used to know. I'm a woman now. Full grown.

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Our bodies are sustainable machines Our fuel is not visible Unless put into a color Green, blue, red Know this You'll never be able to tell what someone's fuel is You can only guess and Guessing is desiving

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Oct 2, 2015

Oct 2, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC

sweetlilbun

Regenerate

Our bodies are sustainable machines Our fuel is not visible Unless put into a color Green, blue, red Know this You'll never be able to tell what someone's fuel is You can only guess and Guessing is desiving

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