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Poems are nothing more than raindrops on a page falling from an open soul, staining the page one shade darker, and opening the one closed passage between me and you.

Melissa Anderson

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Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.
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Bloom Flourish Grace Scar Skin
In the rise and fall of all that is let me be your moon, your sun.
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Fall Love Moon Myself Relationship Rise Sun Yourself
You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.
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Empathy Eyes Plant Row Sympathy Tear Weed Yourself
Sew seeds of kindness let your compassion be that for which you are known.
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Compassion Kind Seed Sow Yourself
Don’t reorient yourself to fit into an upside-down world.
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Down Fit Orient Upside World Yourself
You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.
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Moon Moonrise Sun Sunrise Wait Yourself
Your heart is my shelter, my handmade forever home.
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Forever Handmade Heart Home Relationship Shelter Yourself
I’m tired of fighting giants in my head.
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Battle Fight Giant Head Myself Tired War
Growth is no longer seeking acceptance from those who cannot give it to themselves.
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Acceptance Growth Seek Yourself
You are already more than enough.
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Enough Self Love Yourself
I was quiet, yes but I heard all you never said, your silence read.
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Myself Quiet Silence Yourself
I fell for you dissolved like sugar in tea – completely.
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Complete Dissolve Fall Myself Sugar Tea Yourself
I see things written in the sky, Spelled out in plain and ordinary ways, even the unpoetic becomes magic when read next to you.
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Magic Myself Ordinary Plain Poetry See Sky Spell Write Yourself
Imagination is lost in reality’s cruelty.
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Cruel Imagination Lost Reality
If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?
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Break Heart Home Hurt Myself Pain Stone Throw Window
I fell into you first slowly, then all at once never to recover.
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Fall Love Myself Recover Slow

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