There are one thousand lives I haven't the pleasure of living. One thousand lives that belong to the minds of you. You see, I'm stuck between this encasing sadness of my own experience and the undeniable beauty in the ability to feel pain. How beautiful it is to feel my heart ripped from me , to know I am powerful enough to cry this way. To know there are one thousand and more tears falling simultaneously with mine. Knowing, in that moment , a genius crafted my soul by hand with threads and blood and empty mistakes. How positively bring-me-to-my-knees gorgeous to be humbled by one thousand lives that I've exerted no control
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A series of poems by Beccah
PoésieThis is a bunch of poetry I've written over the years. It's my favorite form of literature. I just need a place to put it all, so enjoy :)
