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Angela Baerthel Oct 2017
I greet you in the cold morning.
You speak to me of your beat.
As I take my first breath with you and it tastes sweet .
Your wind is love.
Always showing me the way to where I should or could be.
You bring me to my knees.
I just freeze.
Your sand in my toes and all of the trees lined up and pretty little rows. Just goes to show you we all seem like foes.
Your sky unpredictable.
People act so despicable.
Pour down your anger or give us a gentle Kiss of the good night light. Block it all out.
Some days you just might!
Your colors are changing all around from the very top to the very bottom.
I reach out to you and you always always reach back.
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Angela Baerthel Oct 2017
She feels all alone.
Although you stand right in front of her.
Most days life is too much, she gets lost in the stare.
Yet, she knows how much you care.
It may not seem fair.
Yet, she knows you were there.
Real love, not just illusion, not just confusion.
She holds on to it tight but pushes away once more.
She's broken.
She's crazy.
She's messed up all over again.
Don't act so happy.
Don't have too much fun.
This fight ain't done.
Where you going how long?
Not an extra minute to spare.
Don't you dare!
To share with another something then this other.
She reaches out to hold you.
But you may not compare
Yet again, not fair.
He screams and he yells until one day her heart fell.
Now only a shell of the woman she thought she once was.
Free to be whatever it was she wanted to be.
She has seemed to forgotten what it was.
She no longer sees.
All along she's held that key.
Yet, here she stands so silently.
Quiet and still.
Wishing for her heart to start.
Instead of falling apart.
Waiting for him to just understand his part.
Awake, awake, awake I am.
Just between now and then.
I have given it my all!
I swear!
It's not fair!
But now, it's no longer hers to bare.

— The End —