You know, I still see you in my dreams
I taste you when my tears finally reach my lips
I hear you in the things I say
I smell you when he wears the cologne I bought him
And the truth is, I feel nothing but agony when I’m touched, because nothing feels like you
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Mikayla Rose
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the magic of kindness
Homelessness is hard But one act of kindness can Thaw even concrete —————— The older I get, the more I become very well aware of the privilege that I grew up with. There is no greater privilege than to have a roof over your head and food on the table every night when you come home from school or work. It might seem as though it’s a given or something everyone has when you’re young and naive, sheltered from some of the more harsh realities. But the older I’ve become, the more I realize just how singularly lucky I am. I might not have the means to eradicate homelessness, but I certainly recognize how lucky I am to occasionally have “extra,” and I will do as much as I can for as long as I can to give to those who may be in need, as encouraged by my kind and ever generous parents.
By Mikayla Rose8 days ago in Poets
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