Seven Visits to Heaven.

Hey.

Coffee stains on the white
you didn't want them
But you like the essence you carry because of it.

A white canvas
Serene and simple
Like the mourning wear in the south
or the bridey-groomy attire.

A breathtaking soul not willing to attach
No, wait that's a spirit
A spirit walking with Hands interlocked
Because the lonely drove it crazy.

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what if someone writes about you?
what if someone sings about you?
what if someone smiles because of you?

what if someone makes you breathe differently
what if someone becomes a reason why you breathe at all?

what if someone makes your mind smile?
what if someone makes you heart think?

what if someone bends your chest
so that you can read their heart?

what if someone sees you change realms
but still knows you are constant?

what if someone loves you?

what if you make someone hold onto things itching?
what if someone loves the pleasure despite the pain caused by you?

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makes you wonder?
All the lovely things
all the impact you can have

now replace the someone with the word You.

You .
Your body maybe.

You don't even know this much about yourself
That you can touch the stars
Bleed like the moon.

you don't even know that the happiness you are craving is inside of you, that little body of yours.

The success you are looking for is already framed in your mind

And the love you are craving
If you were taught to love yourself
You don't even know how things would have turned out.

Just Love You.
Just Heal you.
Just Learn You.

after every fucking thing,
You stay with You.
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( this is totally random and when i read it I realised this was basically shit:))

I was looking for a word to define myself and set it up as the title but couldn't find it.

I can tell you maybe about myself on the next page , if you want.