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Scorpius
I
See you
Here
In
These
Four walls
Soft and strong and earnest,
As we snip
And weave
And mold
And sing
The fear
And grief
That seeps
Into stories
We can’t quite
Bring ourselves
To tell.
I see you
Here
Seeing me
Blinking
Away water
Seeking
A way forward
In time,
The only
Way
We move
Within
Walls
Unbroken
And heavy
With our
Works.
It’s loud outside,
The crumbling.
And —
That last piece
Really spoke
To me.
I didn’t want to fall apart mid-sentence,
So I said less and asked more questions.
Tuned out love songs, skipped our street —
I made avoiding you look complete.

I smile and nod when your name is mentioned,
As if it doesn't pull me out of the conversation
They throw it around casually, like it's not cutting right through —
I guess I never got to cry out about you.

© Copyright 2025 - Limes Carma
 3d rick
Kalliope
You look so pretty when you're talking to me,
and just for a second, I want to see what you see.
'Cause if you saw yourself in the way that I do,
you'd realize your worth-
and maybe I'd realize mine too
If I let you borrow my eyes, would you return them unscathed?
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cay
love
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cay
her hair was dark , like the night
Of cloudless skies and starry nights;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Met her eyes and stared right through;
i saw what she wanted
so i let her go, to cry to the heavens above
to Which heaven day denies.
i havent slept but i just felt melodramatic so-
really badly written and ill like fix it someday
~for M.C.C. ~
who sang me to sleep,
when my soul begged me for
sweet release,
just was lucky, I guess

"Mornings here with a coffee cup
Stories in my head, looking up
If the rain holds off we'll be in luck
But we're lucky anyway"


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Been there, done that,
ritualized & compartmentalized
the essences of the routinized,
to measure the days of my life,

as small keepsakes,
charms and tokens on a bracelet,
jingle bo jangle,
when another be repeated,
the telling belling of
a ✅ of satisfying satisfaction,
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and I!ve been bone
marrowed & narrowed hell~married,
imprisoned until decisioned,
that no life was no life at all,
(take note! y'all y'all),
and I miss my dog's greetings,
and snoring while I'm wide awake,
always loved to drive too fast on  
back country narrow lanes,
in my suburban shrunk
small suv,
with radio blaring, no need for
trucking on the Truckee,
been there, done that..
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in the small ways,
in the
small places,
take my slow going days my way,
and not no need
to rent borrowed uninfluenc-ed content
cause I custom built it in,
easy like, five easy pieces,
learned to make daisy peaces,
of the bright nights melding
with life affirming hot sunlight
and there is no bad time,
with a cold blue~ribbon
in my left,
my right grasping two O'clock
on my heart and steering wheel,
driving freedom fine,
Chapin~ Carpenter
on the stereo dial,
no set time,
just anytime,
rain or shine
for me and my poems
to *** together,
like old time,
any fine rhyming time,

together we flashback
to the sweet Release
from jail in 2008
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and break out a new one and clap  it onto the clasp
my bracelet of charmed
keepsakes,
like memories of
my old dog, thinking
one more time,
just got lucky

6/27/25
Mary Chapin Carpenter Lyrics
"Girl And Her Dog"

Everyone asks when you're growing up
Who do you want to be
I never had an answer, couldn't figure out
Why I couldn't see
Myself as some future other
No one's partner no one's mother
No one's answer no one's lover
Nobody but me

But the older I get the more I see
That more by itself never worked for me
Keeping it simple as it can be
Walking along just him and me
Mornings here with a coffee cup
Songs in my head, looking up
If the rain holds off we'll be in luck
But we're lucky anyway

A long time ago I got married once
Didn't take long to find
That the words I heard coming out of his mouth
Were not the truthful kind
I thought about moving to LA
Maybe upstate or the UK
Anywhere as long as it's far away
From what I left behind

And the older I get the more I'm sure
That more by itself never was a cure
Some days I've got nothing to show for except
Walking the dog and walking the floor
Mornings here with a coffee cup
Stories in my head, looking up
If the rain holds off we'll be in luck
But we're lucky anyway

In summer neighbors leave tomatoes
In fall dust coats your tires
Spring greens up every shadow
In December we lay a fire
I figure I'm finally old enough
To know who I want to be when I grow up
A girl and her dog riding in the truck
Wave as we're going by

Now the older I get the less I need
Just a good old dog underneath the trees
Keeping it simple as it can be
Fitting together like a puzzle piece
Mornings here with a coffee cup
Whistling for him while I'm looking up
If the rain holds off we'll be in luck
But we're lucky anyway
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Arpitha
I listen to pink floyd when I’m happy
Trust me, you don’t want to know what I listen to when I’m sad

I talk to all my friends when I’m happy
But it’s only my demons that keep me company when I’m sad

I take pictures of my life when I’m happy
And I delete them all when I’m sad

My heart skips a beat when I’m happy
But It makes sure to catch up when I’m sad

My mind bursts with dreams when I’m happy
Replacing them all with nightmares when I’m sad

I feel all the love in the world when I’m happy
Oh why can’t I see it when I’m sad

You see, I write poems only when I’m sad
Because I’m way too busy dancing when I’m not
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Luke85
You found me washed up,
I’d fallen at sea,
Searching for an island,
I’d dreamt into being-
I was sure it was safe from all harm.

Half alive,
you dragged me up and into the dunes,
Began to resuscitate me,
with nothing else, but the sureness in your eyes.
My heart danced,
Yet my head stood still.

We tangled our threads,
I held your throat, with electric hands,
Wrapped up in our own special place,
You were my fire in the rain.

And as the fires roared,
Love soared,
So I jumped from my own skin,
With fear In my hands,
Strangled my self to death
Put myself out,  
trampling upon the embers of us,

      With the same old boots i had worn before   you saved my life x x
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Zahra Ali
The sky was
cloaked
in gray.
the clouds
were weeping.
As I walked today,
tears began to
fall on me—
and they made
me fertile.
I saw golden leaves
lying crushed,
flattened
by footsteps
that never paused.
Nature often
held me,
gently even when
she grieves,
And I wondered—
If God had told us
That fallen things
were sacred,
Would we
have loved
them better?
Would we
have tread
more lightly?
Seen beauty in
their break?
Found grace
In letting go?
Would we
have stopped
Before the
bruised things—
Not out of pity,
But reverence?
On sharp stones
Lay orange
flowers,
Their sleep
just ending—
As if they were
still dreaming
Of the sun.
And in their quiet,
Something
inside me
softened, too—
A stillness,
A small bloom,
A reminder
That even
broken things
wake beautifully.

🌸🍁
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒.
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑤 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝.
𝐴 𝑣𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠.

𝐴𝑙𝑐𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒.
𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒.
𝑁𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝑁𝑜𝑤, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑝.
𝑁𝑜𝑤, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒.

𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜.
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.
𝐴𝑙𝑐𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛, 𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒.
𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒.
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛.
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛,
𝑇𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜.

𝐴𝑙𝑐𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒.
𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦.
𝐴𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑦, 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ.
𝑇𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛,

𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚.



𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬.
𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭— 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝.

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞— 𝐨𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭.

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝.

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐩𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝— 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧.
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮—

𝐈𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐍𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬—

𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧.

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬. 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝—𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.

𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.



𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚.

𝑾𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆— 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒈𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔.

𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔. 𝑾𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘.

𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅. 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘.

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕— 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒔.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝑾𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔— 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑨𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑨𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆— 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏. 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕— 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉.

𝑵𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑵𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅. 𝑾𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

𝑵𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑵𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕?


𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏—

𝑾𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉,

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆,

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑.
The twelfth bond shared, by 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

https://hellopoetry.com/collection/136314/the-wings-of-waiting/
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