Your tongue is a weapon, These thoughts are unbidden, They were unwritten, Here are the lines to your personal song. Do you word it how you want, Or how they want…
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Seasons change in many way, One version to another. A bit like our troublesome thoughts In competition with our tremulous actions. We either feed wood to the blaze of our desires,…
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You’re Fierce, you. You with your head held high and low. Your shoulders back, Drooping forward over your chest. You’re a fighter, aren’t you? How else could you deal with the…
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It’s a state of loss and grievance, The moment you lose yourself. That confusion building up in your head, Making its way from the recesses of your mind to the core…
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Are you for real this time? You don’t stick around do you? Why do you find me when I lose my smile? Is this your best state of being? Change, are…
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They are jewels and rocks, Shoulders to cry on, scraped knees to laugh at. They are boulder carriers And mischief makers. They know when to stay, They also know when to…
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You’re mighty strong but sometimes you’re mighty wrong. How can a petal grow when the others drop off? Pacing through a throng of infinitely sad faces, Where’s the glimmer of hope?…
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Storms are grey and whimsical, Storms are dutiful to the desires of a few. The sun is a lantern for the lost, The sun’s always the friend you don’t want to…