the sky is much prettier
than the ground, little girl,
and sometimes our heads
get far too heavy,
too weighted with the constants
of the sometimes too strong pain,
the hurts of everyday life,
they gather rough on our shoulders,
and eventually, we lose the will to try.
sometimes, though, we get the will
to do something different,
to stray from the well-walked path,
to peek through the entwined brush,
and venture a new way into life.
lift your head up, little girl,
let the world see your beautiful eyes,
let the wind blow in your hair,
no one was so beautiful as
the girl who let it all go.
Please tell me what you think
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Thank's hon. <3 This is beautiful. And you say your muse is dead. Psh. Lies, lies, vicious liiieesssss. Thank you again. Now I can go take my shower & fall asleep to a gorgeous picture painted by my Issah.
-pouncehugs-
<3
Ash
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