COMING HOME TO YOU

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To your heart
To your chest
To your love
I am coming home
To be Cherished

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WHY

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Why them
And not me
Why her
And not me
Why me
And not them
Why me
And not her

OVER THE FENCE

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Over the fence
Lies a blurry image of you
Who you were
When you came into this world
Who you were
When you left this world
I want to reach over
Touch what your memory has left
Over the fence

THEY LIED

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They said it gets better
Why is my heart still drowning
In a murky pool of sadness
They lied
They said time heals all wounds
Why is my soul still yelling
In a dark cave of blindness
They lied
They said tears will end eventually
Why is my mind still stressing
In a black hole of madness
They lied
They said my body will heal
Why is my belly still aching
In a sudden deep panick
They said
Yet I still wait
Was it a lie
Will it all come to pass
This grief

MY HEART AN UNKEMPT GARDEN

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I haven’t walked through my heart
I haven’t listened to it beat
I have not whispered to it
Like an unkempt garden
Totally abandoned
That it grows weeds
So have I left my heart
To fend for itself
Without hope
Or the will to breath
I have left it alone without a gardener
This garden that was once blooming
With hopes of only smiles
Now seats with withered leaves
Scattered on the ground
Dried branches
Seeking to be free of forceful living
Ailing for the loss
Of one of its blooming flowers
A flower plucked away too soon
Who will tend to this garden
That has been lost
Abandoned and neglected
Before the last petal falls to the red earth

SHOULD I WANT GRIEF

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I haven’t felt grief in a while
I don’t want it
Yet I fear not feeling it
Without feeling grief
I am empty
I feel nothing
I need to feel something
So I remember you were real child

I FEEL THIS TENDERNESS

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Inside my heart
There is this tenderness
A hurt I cannot explain
Or let go
I feel this tenderness
Yet it’s rough on every edge
I want to let go
Its grip is steel like
Tenderness should be soft
Grief knows no Tenderness