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space between
hailing feelings, pouring thorns
not sure i can face the storm
i'm running for my life
i run, hide and dive
into a space to survive
it's the space between
the safe place i can be
sometimes when i dont want to get hurt
i run here
it's where i can sing as loud as i can
and i actually sound good
it's where i can cry as long as i want
and no one really cares
neither do i
space between
i crave that space between
if i get too comfortable i may never leave
space between
stuck in this space between
going in and out
peeking through the door
i sometimes wonder if i can do this anymore
space between
i'm loving the space between
where love feels like myself
have no concern for someone else
space between
can i stay in this space between?
i know, i know the answer
but sometimes i pretend
that i'll forever stay in the space between
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I dig the use of “pouring thorns”...
man...i felt that in my bones.
We all have our space between.
W.
That is quite encompassing as
That is quite encompassing as language embraces the spaces where there may be no words or understanding, comfort or hope. There is beauty and refuge there as well. This is such a gem to the reading heart.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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