Growing Pains.

My Dear,

Breathe in the fresh Michigan air

Go ahead, take it all in don't be scared

Button your flannel and let down your hair

If I were visiting North I'd pull up a chair

 

Tell me the day you saw him last

Just cry me a river of the past 

Speak of the moments gone too fast

Our hearts are made of tainted glass

 

Run away beyond the trees

Let your tired soul be free

So bathe in the salt of the sea 

Wash away all the minds debris

 

Two doomed lovers from the start

With shaking hands these souls will part 

Giving away the beat of their hearts 

Inspiring feelings I use as art

 

Pain, it's something we all feel 

Most of us will never heal

But Inside we can't conceal 

In these moments we learn to deal 

 

Now see the sun as it rises

Life is full of grand surprises 

Get up and rid of your vices  

Hope lives over the horizons 

 

----For M. 💕




















 

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Don Matthews

Fri 7th Feb 2020 09:18

Very nice Jordyn.....

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Mika

Fri 7th Feb 2020 05:37

This is lovely 💕

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