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A door or a wall
A person can only handle so much
before they fall to there knees
before they will admit defeat
A mind can only take so many hits
A heart so many fractures
before sanity is lost
before rationality is obliterated
I stand on the edge of something
A thin line between this and nothing
I pray for a distraction
I search for any reason
As I find my stability again
My wobbling knees strengthened with time
Would you come to me now
Be part of the solution
Let go of the problem
Between us stands an open door
One the floor two broken hearts
Would you help me pick up the pieces
Timidly you edge forward
But the act may take to long
Time will pass before you know
Many others will come and go
I could only guess the future
Knowing what I want from this life
Only I can close this door
But you will never close mine
Wow...I love it! .....
Wow...I love it!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "