Which seems silly
considering how much I dislike
the feeling.
Today,
I found myself
searching
for
m y s e l f
within the words
I carry.
-solace-
What I found,
instead,
were reminders
to stop grasping
for love -
Let go
and
share it.
Forget-me-nots
are not
my favorite flower,
after all,
simply because
they sprout up across Austin with wild abandon.
No.
They are my favorite
because
they are given to me
from the
delicate grasp
of children.
-shared-
The way our lives were meant to be.
Love,
me
2 comments:
{gasp} That was really amazing! Can I please print it and keep it? I love it!
Of course!
You realize that's just the way the words first fell down on the paper? The writer in me still wants to fiddle with them.
Print, keep, love. I'm honored. :)
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