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Ask
My heart asked my eyes To go looking for you today But they couldn’t find your face In the crowds staring back So my heart asked my lips To tell the tale But they couldn’t find the words To speak Of...
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Broken road
You and I are alike, my broken road Worn and well-traveled, a sojourning pair Continuing on despite, and sometimes in spite, Of our condition and the terrain we find ourselves crossing Alike in marking...
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Broken and the beast
Text only: Do you feel like this too Sometimes A broken heartedness so complete So hungry for more of me That it builds Molding futures in my flesh For its own appetite, to devour A...
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Ache
Text only: Here’s what I think – I’ll tell you how I feel and you’ll say something about being flattered or maybe it’s just that you don’t think of me in that way And I’ll do a really poor job of...
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A year in review
Text: This year brought me full circle Hitting home in the first twenty-four hours onward With lessons to be learned thoroughly And in great detail About how to love through the common brokenness How...
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Unreckoned
Text: I am the deep, dark waters The tide pulling from the shore I am the moon’s reflection Broken Shimmering over I am salted drops For the horizon unclaimed And a roar on these chasmed lips I am the...
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Begging bones
Text: Being broken wasn’t an option It was catharsis and catalyst A begging of bones Grateful for releaseFiled under: Bits, Quill Tagged: bones, broken, broken heart, catalyst, heartbreak, journey,...
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Love’s lost fury
Text: When once I raged I now sleep And dream in peace It is the calm not before But after quiet has overtaken And my heart has softened into itself In the stillness of love’s lost furyFiled under:...
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Here and now
Text: Love is not The fulfillment Of a golden future It is for the broken Here and now Walking through A winter of devotion Breath hanging hopeful On the frosty airFiled under: Bits, Quill Tagged:...
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My broken days
Text: My broken days are not what you see They’re not in the parting of my lips Or my shadowed gaze You’ll find them deep in my bones Finely etched fractures of stories half-written A curation for no...
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