Poem/Letter
september thirteenth twenty-nineteen
She cuts and she scraps
Hates all her mistakes
But when she walked through my door
I recalled her sweet face
Her soul was brought to me
My guidance she sought from me
In the end I just hope
That she has not forgotten me
I pray that my words
Flow through her like birds
And the wind from their wings
Will help the hurt from the misguided verbs
Go
Do this
Watch your brother
Kid
Watch this
You're more than your mother
You've got it inside you
That hurt, let it guide you
To all of the happiest
Places that cry to you
Please don't let it take you away
You're job is not done, hear what I say
The good you can do
It coming -- so huge
So say a quick prayer
And take some refuge
Take refuge in the words
That I have just spoken
Your only just bruised
There's nothing wrong with broken
It means that you have to piece it together
It's hard work I swear
But you'll conquer the weather
You'll do it, it's a dare
But until you see
How strong that you are
You'll alway have me
No matter how far
Distance may become a thing
But my words won't be lost
Cause you're a smart wing
And one day you'll be on top
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kaenicole | NONSENSE
AcakA book filled with short rants, stories, poems, thoughts ... whatever I've also decided to include some alternative scenes for the stories I've already written. Some of these scenes may be from a completely different time and can even be completely...
