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Tell your heart to beat once more. Calm the butterflies at the core. Don't trample them till they die but rather teach them how to fly.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Hi! I'm here! Can anyone can see me? or am I just a figment of imagination? - Are my battles, fought lost into silence?
The pedals bloom, the birds have ascended. But, the life-long searches has not yet ended. - The sun still shines the breeze still blows.
That feeling you get after surfing through pain. Remembering all smiles forced to feign. - Weaving through tapestries
Yesterday I had a lightbulb moment. Like the shocking of the sun the minute you emerge from a unground cave. It was just a concept.
The rain, it tatters, blinds, pours, Partners in weeping it ignores. Oh, when will raindrops suck my tears So I know that at least someone hears...
Tell your worries to return tomorrow. Exile it down the path of sorrow. Then, change yourself to be one of joy And work your muscles till worry’s but your toy.
It steals dignity. Making mighty minds to mush. Curse the internet.
Hurt me if it'll make the pain lighter. Make me understand what it means to be a fighter. - Stab me if it's easier when we're two,
You know that day when Your mind is dead, Your heart underfed? When nothing comes to mind, Seeking can’t find? When you have nothing to say,
Usually when I say "You're not helping matters", It's probaly me who's in many tatters. * I know you're trying to be of assistance,
Life is cast in light. It’s only humanity That tends to darken.
