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The years have taken their toll on the outside But they don’t see her soul The unblemished beauty that radiates from her
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You say there’s a heaven above And you’re filled with unconditional love But I have seen the lie in both I have seen what you will
Corduroy Joy didn’t know she was a toy She thought she was like every other girl or boy She laughed and played all day And at night she laid in her bed
Not all death is physical Sometimes “living” is nothing more than a ritual A thing we do to get through the day Dragging ourselves from one event to another
I’m sorry I took you for granted I never planned it I didn’t mean to break you I just wanted to take you As I always had
An unexpected interaction Something I never expected to happen Finding my personal kintsugi Who knew it was in the cards
I’m not the only one But sometimes, I’m the lonely one I found my people Not in a church or a steeple But out there, where they care
The best job I’ve ever had Is being a dad I get to see your little smiles I get to listen to you talk for miles I get to see you from the beginning
I want to find somewhere to die Somewhere to lie down Somewhere to laugh and cry Somewhere For just you and I Somewhere to settle
Was it love or Stockholm Syndrome You always kept me home I never realized it ‘til now How bad you were for me I thought I loved you
Everyday is a challenge Some days we win Some days we lose But even then we win If we pay attention There’s always a lesson to be learned
Sitting here Wanting to ask an unaskable question Oh the hesitation What if it’s the answer I want What if it’s the other
