Tell yourself that this will not define you. Make yourself believe that you can get over this. With pieces of me wrapped around your fingers I can feel your pain. I might never have the right words to say. But I am want to be your reason to go on. You miss them yes, and you always will-.

Washing laundry quickly in a leaking sink. Of this, I am certain. Even though I cannot prove it. Who are you, to disagree? Besides, I smell a free rinse cycle on the horizon. Universe provides, gains in the exchange. We observe and learn, forcing change. Universal growth, obeys the laws we create. We can choose to sit, watch it happen.

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The world is a butterfly and we are all but flowers. On April 18, 2015 by steele646. This is the instrument of love. It belongs in the heart of ordinary. All the invisible people of this world. Are the strings which make. The music of life possible. This song is bigger than a universe. It is smaller than an atom. Transcendent purpose of people of honour. To their friends and their enemies. In the beating heart of another poem.