~Midnight thoughts with the music playing. A book of poems.
Everything beautiful has its grey limits.
If thoughts and emotions are colors then they are a wide spectrum of shades that go from the sweet to the bitter. Yet our hearts and souls reach g...
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~ With the body, we survive With our souls we're alive
Men are no monsters Who broke a heart healed another
I remember I once slept on a balcony, watched the smoke leave a factory Spotted a man crying and sipping his beer, he seemed in pain and full of fear
He didn't notice me 'cause he didn't think, a little girl like me would be awake, at this time of the day, at this age in her life analyzing the world and wondering if men, would work this early and that hard to burn a little girl's heart
They'd let the smoke into the early skies for another young soul to notice and cry But little girls can't run away so fast they always fall and get trapped
But men are no monsters Who broke a heart healed another
He finished his beer and I drifted away But you wouldn't imagine how it felt, I saw him running down the sidewalk with his little girl to a park where I was
He sang her songs I didn't know, bought her the kind of candy I craved so, loving her unlike I've seen before
And as I swung back and forth on my own I split with my reality blinking at the display of joy What could only make sense now I realized is that
Men and women,
Little boys and girls,
We're all on this journey
Being swung back and forth
Given the bitter and the sweet
But here I am smiling through this ride because
People are no monsters Who laughed today, sobbed another Who hurt you today, died another
Forgive me, father.
.love.
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