there is infinite love at my fingertips
i turn them towards strangers
point out the gold in their aura
right at the spots they refuse to see
though for some reason
i can't seem to return the same favor to me
when did i start forgetting?
the girl with her hopes and wishes and dreams
long hair tied up in ponytails
a big gap between her front two teeth
wide enough to fit all the love she'll feel
maybe if i stop forgetting to fill my own cup
drink from the fountain overflowing within me
could that be enough to set me free?
soak up, submerge
so nothing bad can reach
float on my back for a while
regenerate the stolen strength times three
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Author:
sixthwrites (
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- Published: July 30th, 2024 14:55
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Symbolism runs through this piece coloring its story. Nicely done
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