the words kicking me in the head
shaking me
waking me
get up get up
your blue eyes will tell me
a story
and then let me decide
your hands
reaching out
across a pool of tears
some areas shallow
some a deep abyss
your heart bleeding
from an open wound
trying to heal
what is it like to feel again
your mind
gathering thoughts
lillies, roses and wildflowers
never enough of those.
and there are never enough
pages to express every tomorrow.
Author notes
There is something beautiful to see out there
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