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If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Melissa Anderson

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If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?
MELISSA ANDERSON

Break Heart Home Hurt Myself Pain Stone Throw Window
You said you loved me but perhaps you never known what love looks like.
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Look Love Relationship Yourself
I’m tired of fighting giants in my head.
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Battle Fight Giant Head Myself Tired War
Peaceful dreams find me pull me from reality in their arms I land.
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Arms Dream Land Peace Pull Reality
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
I will love you from afar it’s better this way because close up it hurts too much.
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Close Far Hurt Love Myself Pain Relationship Yourself
If you want to see the world as it should be, read poetry.
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Poetry Read World Yourself
Rest easy, dear heart grace has come for you.
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Easy Grace Heart Rest Yourself
Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.
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Poetry Revive Run Sleep Soul Tired
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
Your heart is my shelter, my handmade forever home.
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Forever Handmade Heart Home Relationship Shelter Yourself
Imagination is lost in reality’s cruelty.
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Cruel Imagination Lost Reality
I am the moments and memories from the past tied up with good intentions and mistakes from the future.
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Future Good Intention Memories Mistake Moment Myself Past
Less rushing, more lingering. Less distraction, more noticing. Less comparison, more gratitude.
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Comparison Distract Gratitude Minimalism Notice Rush
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
I fell for you dissolved like sugar in tea – completely.
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Complete Dissolve Fall Myself Sugar Tea Yourself

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