With me
There's a lot of feelings and gestures that I'll take with me to my grave.
Some people will never know or notice the little sweet things I've done for them out of the warmest place from my heart.
Then again, they wouldn't care enough to know.
I always either mattered last, or I never mattered at all.
So much of my love and kindness I'll end up taking with me to my grave where it'll be most appreciated. Because it won't go to waste it'll always be with me.
-J.S.
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Bare Soul
PoetryMy Bare Soul can be found at the pit of the glistening waterfalls where my words reside. My loud vulnerability. My truth that I do not hide. My voice although unheard, my words make it come alive. Although it trembles, my hand or pen in it never sha...
