I stand suspended without
Watching the masses pick and prey
Leaving the scraps
What is leftover
Of time, care, and effort
When one is spread too thinly
Gingerly working to make ends meet
Grateful for each morsel sent my way
Not realizing I was so far away
From having something valued
Believing and valuing everything.
Pain emanating from a fresh wound
From taking for granted
The love layered and stitched
In her heart for always planted
Cutting to the heart of the matter
Time will take her toll
It must be paid
And even still I want more
Cutting to the heart of the matter
Time will take her toll
It must be paid
And even still I want more
Not wanted how she wanted (wants)
On the outskirts still
Now but Forever
Rejecting the ego
Crushing damned ego
That kills the kindhearted
Breaking tender branches
Growing together
A hurricane
A tempest
A loving soul
A mess
None of this makes sense.
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