A word from you can change my day
From resisting to let out the sobs of tears
To a slight smile dancing across my lips
No it's not perfect and theres still pain
But somehow you have managed to help me stay sane
I love the little things you do without notice
How can you not see
You know you truly know me
Every unspoken word
When my vision becomes blurred
When this all seems absurd
You're there holding my hand
Right there helping me stand
My most prominent fear
That if you find out my feelings dear
We would be over before we began
Honne. Intinn fíor. Nia ya kweli. All different languages, yet all still the same.
Monday, March 23, 2015
Monday, March 2, 2015
Still Beating
Broken and shattered
My heart surely is tattered
The stabs and jabs
Darts continually thrown
They have stripped me down to the bone
It should be defective
But it still beats
Well thats subjective
Maybe it is ineffective
But I'm still alive
After each and every jiving effort to break me
I'm proud of its lasting rhythm
It didn't give in when the world made it it's victim
My heart surely is tattered
The stabs and jabs
Darts continually thrown
They have stripped me down to the bone
It should be defective
But it still beats
Well thats subjective
Maybe it is ineffective
But I'm still alive
After each and every jiving effort to break me
I'm proud of its lasting rhythm
It didn't give in when the world made it it's victim
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