Tag: hand
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Steel Toes
The snow falls like crumpled pieces of off white construction paper On a frigid landscape of charcoal concrete and yellow dashes At the bus stop bench sits a gray haired man In a tan, burly coat smoking a cigarette with a withered hand It has seen the passage of time Held doors open for lovers,…
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Possible Love
I can’t love you. Cuz I don’t love me. My love is therefore partial. It’s like a pond with ripples. It ain’t that deep. But I’ll bring my hand full of water to your sea. If you take me in… So maybe I can feel something more than the love I have yet to be.…
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Looking For Reasons
The reasons we trust are varied and few in-betweenOvercoming feelings of isolation and heart breakFor a tomorrow that shines brighter than yesterdayYou are blue sky to me The moving white clouds of hopeful ecstasy You are the warm falling rain on worn rooftops Thoughts of you bleed into my dreams Like a hand cut by…
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Trust You
You did it again. Managing to make me smile through the shadow of night. Talking of unconditional love and moonlight walks. Holding my hand when the steps seem uncertain. Speaking words of encouragement to me when my day is long. And hanging out when all is well. You know how to guard my secrets. Your…
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God: A True Friend
When my Dad died and my boyfriend turned into a nightmare on squeaky wheels. God held my hand and gathered together the pieces of my broken heart and for that I am forever grateful. Because my life has been one train wreck after another. But now I don’t feel so alone anymore. I have a…
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Careers & Passion
Writing saved my life. I know it sounds like a cliché. But I feel like God put a pen in my hand and a vision in my heart. In hopes of giving me something worth fighting for. I believe that we all have a vision. A desire to go after and accomplish dreams that make…
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Do They Still Write…
Do they still write love letters? Do people put their hand to the craft of writing in cursive? I desire to see the swirls and loops of black ink and lead based love. Can someone love me like that? My heart cries out for a 4 page letter. I am the nerdy girl that grew…
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Passenger Side
Fear has no place here. It’s the opposite of peaceful. It rides passenger side with the spirit of anxious. Moving without notice because it lacks patience. But many cater to its needs anyway. They dread the night and allow the day to slip away. Afraid of the impending tolls they’ll have to pay… But fear…
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