a lot of it; most of it really, seems so wrong

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I haven’t been writing

not everyday like I used to

when my feet hit the pavement

and we wondered at the flowers

instead my neck tweaks from the sat hours

and I have less time for me

and for you

but I’m making money now

so there’s that

~

the pinks and blues and lavenders

march across the skies

they disappear so quickly

I wonder if I’m high

I sit in silence - in stillness

and my body catches up from the day

daddy plays your night music

and my flight response decreases

how it is you always know

just what my heart needs to flow?

~

I am tired and grey haired

but I’m loved and somewhat repaired

a lot of it; most of it really, seems so wrong

but I was not designed to lose hope

just like I was not designed to want till I break

and while the soft music plays

the cars dance on the wet roads

can it be said

that we’re all hoping it slows

~

I haven’t been writing

not everyday like I used to

but my pen shakes in anticipation

and skates across my little notebook

my breathing eases

my legs warm from the inside

it’s never gone

just waiting for the tide to change

all my love xo