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five stages of acceptance.pulling out the hem of my shirt are bubbles, popping in the sunlight, before they even reach my fingers.five stages of acceptance.
I thought about protection.
considered how hard it is to make.
butterflies have less protection than I do and yet I feel alone.
If I wrote all the poetic verses I could think of, they still wouldn't add up to enough explanation. to enough understanding for eyes to pop out and jaws hit the floor. My jaw smiles through the pain.
I've been drunk on safety, peering outside my house watching and waiting for a car that's never coming. Its marks are still embazzaled in my drivew
by *francesdance
stop.I feel my lungs drowningstop.
my hands are missing the fingers that once held them together
our friends are talking about me and it makes my heart go blue
writing has not been easy
the silence eats at the spaces in my mind
your voice still chills me to the bone
and I forget what exactly I wanted to tell you
my voice aches for the chance to tell the truth, but is so afraid of being miscontrused.
the sky is the only thing that doesnt taste bitter tonight
every shooting star is like a piece of traveling opportunity I have yet to reach for.
sometimes I think you hate me and m
by *francesdance
the words came like a flash"it took me many yearsthe words came like a flash
to find out who she was"
find out who she was,
How her eyes parted with the sun
Lost space and time in their irises
Can you fly with lids closed? or do you need them open to see what's behind you? Not going to look back
Miss the smell of your soul and the feel of your back; the sound of your heartbeat; they keep my heavy heart at ease
I know your hands are working hard
your mind sifting through burdens; battling destruction
When your day is done, come spend some time under the moon with me
watch the stars go by where we will f
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by *francesdance
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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