When I finally let my mind, which was kept ashore all this while
Drown in this sea of thoughts so vile
I'll make sure it spumes
When I finally let my heart, sink to my stomach after the many painful darts
I'll make sure it's carved underneath my ribs
When I finally let my lower lip, quiver in hurt and anguish after streching it for smiles that never had a reason,
I'll make sure it's never stable again
When I finally let my eyes, rest from my constant cries, I'll make sure that the red of my blood, stains the white in my eyes as viens
All in hopes that I will be found too
When I'm nothing more than a miserable heap
Just like I approached all of those who got lost in thier own way
And showed them all comforting hues. .
Maybe the warmth of the touch of a palm
Or maybe fingers brushing across my cheek
Maybe a ruffle in my hair, so slow, so calm
Or maybe a hug for my body so weak
Or maybe it's just who I am
Who gives and expects in return
I gave you everything when you had nothing. Can you give me something from that everything?
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Way of my soul || Poetry
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