We all deserve abundant love
Not the kind that binds you
The type that blinds you
Leaving emptiness and crumbs
We deserve the kind of love
That takes your breath away and breathes
The kind that gives you butterflies
The love that makes you feel seen
Love that understands and feels with you
Intoxicated not confused
Appreciated not abused
They say love hurts
but i don’t think that is true
Crumbs hurt
Abundant love heals and grows
Subtle is loud
In the whisper of a storm
The love of a mother
The care of a father
The flight of the hummingbird
The silence in a caring friend
In the bloom of a flower
The growth of a forest
The caress of a lover
Subtle is loud
Impactful Soundless Blast
Insanity
Knowing better
Doing better
Not doing the same thing
Over and over and over and over
People still expecting you to fail
multiple open windows
A closed door
sky scrappers built from the bottom
health is the best price
when illness is ravaging
thankful for life
but only when you die a little
appreciate the light when in darkness
understand darkness can be light
yearn for a past gone for too long
and miss out on the present and future
what is it a loss?
if it was not meant to be?
sometimes endings are beginnings
multiple open windows
guide you to the open door
waiting just for you
Give a seed water, a plant blooms
Give a child love, a heart soothes
Give a kind touch, a person heals
Give understanding, someone feels seen
No words necessary
Emotional erosion
Of unhealed wounds & pain
Turned into abundant love
Not a word was said
Debths are levels
Levels can be devils
Devils might be rebels
Perhaps Angels
Observers
Permeating thoughts
Developing Plots
Story Line, Paragraph, Block
Cloudy Thoughts
Birthed lead to Clearance
Cathartic Spaces
Divine Places
Rooms in Chaos
Transcend to Melodies, Rhyme, and Flow
The Hands of a writer wrote
The Minds of the author grow
Words of Arte
Mourning Words
Sadness, depression, obsessions
Sedation, regression, never liberation
Words Can Oppress
The Spirit Impress
Into an empty address
Some people mourn daily
Not realizing, In the blink of an eye
In the breath of inspiration
With purposeful exhalation
Permeation through flesh
In the depths of a word
Submerged Mourning Words
If altered and suffocated
Transformed into Morning Words
Daily Dose
A paper and pen
A type writer and screen
An object or thing
Experience or theme
Are Nothing
Until the emotion is portrayed
The interpretations conveyed
Given birth, life, and air
Through the eyes of the writer
I waited for Spring
To turn into summer
For Summer to Fall
For Fall to Winter
I waited for Winter to Turn into Spring
The Cycle of Waiting
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting
Always Waiting for The Next
Near Perfect Conditions
Filled With Idle, Uncertain, Decisions
I Don’t Wait
Now, I Do
Celebrate Love
Everyday of The Week
Because Nobody Knows
When Their Last Breath Will Be
Happy Daily
Day of Love, Friendship, Valentine
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