Part of me unfolds, in the unknown flecks of color that outline your eyes Watching as your stare draws you from the moment Sketching walls of confusion, Interior pain builds barricades of anger Defensively preventing trespassers You stand still before me, however I see you in every direction The concept of life has grown within each of your steps Amazed at your uniqueness, proudly content I see My greatest gift unwraps with time, revealing continuous presents
So many exteriors to select, knowing just one wont measure up The passion for your dreams, Is your character Never let go of what defines you I can feel your frustration, when I cant see your face A heavy world weighs down your smile at times, leaving a lost expression I recognize that familiar silhouette, from the shadows of youth
My heart spills a trail for you to follow, trying to map the best pathways Many passages without marked destination, trial and error learn as you go Sadly aware I'm the passenger, unable to choose your way At the same time knowing, forever at every turn I'm there
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I love what you write and I love where it comes from. You are deep, lady!!!
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Love it Angie Great Job!! You always write with great feeling the way it should be!!
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Hi There...I just write whatever I feel at the moment,same as a painting..once it leaves me it becomes whatever it is. I never really say why or how? due to the fact it always means something different to everyone:-)
Thanks for your reply:-)
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