The lightness of an over cast day
and waking up to the soft rain
a song echoing in my thoughts
about standing my ground
but the warmth I feel is beyond understanding
as I feel the urge to learn over
and kiss you gently on the lips
and take in the warmth of being so close
know I can barely stand this feeling
because I don't want to feel comfortable ever again
be the little girl in the corner, left to cry alone
see this light and warmth tells me other wise
and I fight my own shattered heart
that seems to rebuild with the plastic meant to replace
the crystal of the broken hearted spirit that resides
so for no I am nothing but a cheap soul
taking comfort, how little it may be
in just the mere sight of your eyes
and the soft skin that presses against my cheek
it is too much for the wounded seeking refuge
because a house built in the mud will come crashing down
and if that house falls
it will land on the broken pieces of the last
see the last two shattered for different reasons
one of lies and dreams never made reality
the other was of evil intent to ensnare
but it seems it is always a battle
upon the land that cannot support the blood shed
or the searing pain of a cold sword piercing through an already dead heart
But that morning somehow I was me
or what I remembered from long ago to be me
so know thank you, for one morning of sweet peace
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