I reached out to you.
Twenty-four hours passed like a rainstorm in the night.
I wondered what was going on... the quiet darkness.
See, what you don't know about is all the rainstorms before you,
all those broken pieces of them and me.
I shared with you, I opened up like the night sky of
darkened clouds and poured out everything like a
downpour.
See, I understand. I completely understand why the
night goes dark and clouds get heavy.
Maybe, this is you, now. Maybe, life has placed too
many burdens upon your soul.
I will be patient, darling!
Because I know what it means to take space and sort
each piece of the puzzle and hope someone understands
what it is like to fit pieces of yourself with life and them.
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Vulnerable
PoesíaBe careful to whom you give your heart; they don't have to be perfect, but they need to be consistent in how they apply themselves through the right efforts. I, of mind, body, and spirit am vulnerable. Once a woman who thought that happiness was bro...
