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I wish they'd said
As tears flow slowly
Like a small snail
Trying to get home
After a long cool day
Do you ever get the urge ?
As you look back in time
Knowing you can't undo anything
How did I get this deep ?
My energy shifting like molten
Having the urge to let go
Having flashbacks like a mad man
As I fix myself.
Looking forward like nothing ever happened
Seeing life differently
The one they never spoken about
Unleashing our inner beauty
Tasteless water filles my face
Flowing like a lingering snail
After a long sunny day
As flowers fill my nostrils,
Do you ever get the urge?
As time goes by like an illusion
Flashing between our eye's
Receiving illustrations of the universe
Following the stars hoping it starts
But only a few will follow
Opening every scripture
Written by Gods.
Beauty comes from within
But we still get lost
Save our people, save our people
They don't reach out for help
Getting lost in the mystery
Seeing new places filled with love,
Happiness and tranquility.
Blue and orange skies
Fields open for occasions
But only a few will follow.
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Her heart was an open book with beautiful pages and detailed lettering. She wanted people to read her story in hopes that it would make them write their own. Instead, every person who came across the pages of her heart ripped out their favorite story and took it with them. They folded back pages and bent up corners. They signed their name with sloppy writing and with a simple 'goodbye'. This book is now tucked away in the darkest parts of her, because no one wants to read a tragic story with a bad ending.