Praying for god with tannins and tear drops
I tapped on my thighs and found myself face down on the tenth floor
Inner windows of my heart, naturally it includes spreading my legs
Like opening cut flowers, the petals more weightless
We don’t know how to ask for help when we’re alive
Death reminds us how not to desire it
What was never there or known, my life at all,
Couldn’t of ever been on the tip of my tongue, or the eye of my fantasies
I was far below and above the floors
Impenetrable marrow, or so I thought, a lifeforce in time
Wishing to be the light in someone’s eyes
Something knew I was there, it said to leave her standing alone
Turn the car around
Come back, or don’t I would have finally found someone new to take care of me
Or cupped in the hands of death
I could be noticed finally, for how small I am.
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Jewelia (
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Sometimes you have to be in the ditch, down and out before someone eventually saves you. Onwards and upwards.
Such wonderful wording. "I was far below and above the floors" and "I could be noticed finally, for how small I am", both of those lines I really relate too and I adore the way you have written them.
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