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I was quiet, yes but I heard all you never said, your silence read.

Melissa Anderson

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You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.
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I fell for you dissolved like sugar in tea – completely.
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Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.
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If you want to see the world as it should be, read poetry.
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Growth is no longer seeking acceptance from those who cannot give it to themselves.
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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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Sew seeds of kindness let your compassion be that for which you are known.
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Compassion Kind Seed Sow Yourself
I fell into you first slowly, then all at once never to recover.
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You said you loved me but perhaps you never known what love looks like.
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Look Love Relationship Yourself
I will love you from afar it’s better this way because close up it hurts too much.
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You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.
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Rest easy, dear heart grace has come for you.
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Easy Grace Heart Rest Yourself
Making me feel small won’t make you feel tall I’ve faced bigger giants than you and watched them fall.
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Fall Feel Giant Myself Small Tall
There are ocean waves inside these veins – constantly pulling me to you.
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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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