I’m not the sundress donning,
lip gloss wearing,
loose curls toting,
easy smiling girl.
I’ve never been the head in the clouds.
I’ve never been the skipping-through-daisies
I was never the carefree, full of life, character that I tried so hard to be.
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Warm was the breeze, when they, towards me, dive
-ed a flock of Painted Buntings, all at once.
I watched, with taken breath, when they arrive
-ed back into the sky, a splendid performance.
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There’s no right way to begin this letter but I believe I owe you an apology. I’m sorry that I have not exactly been faithful to you. I apologize for deserting and rediscovering you whenever it seems most convenient to me. I truly hope you can forgive me.
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Our dream is daylight
our days are work.
We possess imagination,
and imagination is our hope.
And life fills us with promises,
of a light at the end of the tunnel.
It invites us to forget,
pain we lived.
We surrender to life, but no,
as long as hope is a journey,
so we will live.
Dot, dot dot
An ellipses that contains all which I cannot
It burns on the way down
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Don’t hold on, love
And don’t lament
A lover must always be a friend
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