story: one
the story i believe the truest is this: no one has every loved you the entire life
and every heart has always given more than it has ever received
my first love, my mom
for she's gone i think of us and everything we can make for this second love. me, wanting to spread on the coarse filling my eyes with salt and water, letting her go a little more every time she'd wade into the sliding surface alone. me, putting a yellow smile on my face as it if it were a farewell, this little space is creating a void.
her, throbbing to say few words like last goodbye and restlessly getting out of bed to soft landing into the floret flops. both of us squinting out of the salty air, waiting, wanting. until she'd return to me wild like our first summers to be
together
both, without bonnie of helplessness
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There is always light
Poetrythere is always light no matter how hard anyone tries to hide it from you it is always within and love, no matter how hard today is this light within you will always stay there will be light in good times and there will be light in bad times too som...
