It's that time of the year again
When I light a candle
To restore my hope
Hope that we shall meet again
Time flies so fast and the view is blurry
But!
The little things we shared
The little precious moments
The last days of harmony
Keep every moment coming back in flashes
Piece by piece
I'm still holding on to everything about you
Though
The thought of you cripples my soul
Maybe being in your arms one last time
Is all I need for my aching heart
But I've grown fond of the idea of you being gone
I like to believe
You embraced the walls of tranquillity
The kind of peace that let's you settle in just fine
Like I have grown to sleep on a dry pillow every night
I'm selfish
Selfish to want you back
But
What is a child without her daddy!
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Ms Abigaba
A brown skin girl with faith, hope and love
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Stop Watering Dead Plants
I slap, pinch, and get really mad at myself when I do the most crappy things. Like "hey dummy why do you keep doing that?" I always want my flowers to bloom, but apparently each flower requires its unique kind of care. You know how you plant your seeds and happily wait for them to grow? I mean the effort, time and patience. You invest all this to get the best result at the end of the season. Unfortunately, some plants don't bloom and that's okay. I repeat, "it is okay." You have a whole garden, continue to nurture the little ones and plant even more. Don't let one failed harvest get in the way of a million more successes.
By Ms Abigaba7 years ago in Poets
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