step by step, reflective in oscillations
like a pendulum
I fall in and out of love
in and out of a door.
walking a jouney
not knowing where I am going
only knowing it will lead to an end
the first step hurt the most
waklingon broken glass
expecting my feet to not bleed.
my steps are still young
and the glass is stuck
making shoes out of pain
one day I will be callous.
but I still look on, watching as the horizon is ablaze
calling me on in its gentle ways
knowing when it is gone
I'm never alone.
















Comments
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Even on the road to hell, flowers can make you smile.
Raising teenagers is like trying to nail jello to a tree
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i ask of life,
not to be part of something, but to be part for something.
expecting my feet to not bleed" i love that!
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Button Your Unbuttoned Button
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i ask of life,
not to be part of something, but to be part for something.
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i ask of life,
not to be part of something, but to be part for something.
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i ask of life,
not to be part of something, but to be part for something.
6/10 Ninjas
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I wish this community was better educated and could accualy give some C&C.
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