Hands become hearts.
Hearts become hands.
Energy becomes life.
Life becomes land.
Wrists shimmer, bedazzled in drops of blood.
Whole face wet from tears and sweat,
From all the ones you've loved,
Full of regret.
Quiet lonely rooms, are the places you reflect,
Tired of the small things in life,
You push away hoping to forget,
Forgetting all you experienced, all you met.
Give me a hug, warmth of your chest.
Light that you bring me, never has left.
Finding those small things to take comfort in,
The true love of someone we call best friend.
And it hurts that blood doesn't tie us,
And it hurts that love doesn't bind us.
It hurts when we look and cant see something shiny to notice.
It hurts when our camera loses focus.
Life has a weird way of pulling all the sand from the ocean
Stones turned into sand- sand into stone
stone into a pearl, creating something
So wonderfully beautiful.....
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
