poetry
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There’s a song inside of me waiting to burst free if I could make myself sit down and breathe maybe it would come to me.
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Be still my bleeding heart Be still my weeping soul For not all tears are evil though evil they may seem For they only measure the journey that was, that is and that will be.
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Once a year you come like clockwork Leaving me stranded, confused, anchor-less Feeling all feelings of loathing, hatred and anger Which further blocks the channel of creation. Once a year you come to remind me That writing is harder than I had made it out to be That it is better to give up now
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I wish I was a painter So I could paint you a beautiful picture I wish I was a song-writer To write you lyrics that would make you cry
tales of Suchita 