Much can be said in gasping breaths,
but mine are shallow and slow.
Much can be done with quickened feet,
but mine are languishing here.
Much can be done with willing hands,
but mine are stuck at my sides.
Much can be done with loving hearts,
but mine is shriveled in my pocket.
To be able to breath would be a wonderful thing,
to run like a wind, a blessing,
to reach out with nothing expected would be gracious,
to love, is too much to be expected.
Please dont ask me to thaw my heart,
Please dont expect me to unstick my feet,
Please dont reach for my hand,
Please dont stop my last breath.
Questions are flowing and flowing and flowing
sleepless sarenades are nonexistant
captured images slip from your fingers
Please dont ask me to thaw my heart
Please tell me what you think
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very well written
Great write. very well put together and thought out. well worth the time to write and read. Yet one day, someone will thaw your heart without asking. and someone will unstick your feet with something you cant see. Somone will take your hand, and not care for the consequences. It will happen, whether you wish it, or not.
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liberating
Please dont ask me to thaw my heart,
Please dont expect me to unstick my feet,
Please dont reach for my hand,
Please dont stop my last breath.
This was a lovely read... my only suggestion would be the reversal of one of the mirror images. Unless of course thats how you intended it. Still beautiful. I enjoy the to and frow.
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