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sheabee 19 hours
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Sunlight
Maybe just maybe...
Family Politics
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sheabee 19 hours
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Family Politics
How do I find it within myself to love you darling?
When my blood stains your hand?
If you bled for me maybe I could
But you slapped and you choked,
You grit your teeth as you spoke
And threatened to break mine.
I was a child.
I was afraid, I was alone.
Though I am grown now,
I still feel alone now,
And my walls are higher than ever.
Did I forget the definition of love,
As I had learnt it?
Would I recognize myself if I were to look back?
Did I lose my innocence,
In your family politics?
- Shea B.
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sheabee 1 month
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Maybe, just maybe...
Maybe it鈥檚 normal or maybe it is insane,
You want love but you can鈥檛 open
Your heart to the world鈥檚 cruel ways.
You stare at husbands and wives,
At young lovers and their lives
And wonder. Just sit and wonder,
If you could have it too.
But at bed at night,
When you struggle to close your eyes,
You think,
Maybe, I鈥檓 better off alone.
The world can鈥檛 swim,
In the depth of your mind,
And it can鈥檛 be swayed from
The light of your kind.
They see what they want to see
You just want them to see you.
But on the other hand,
There are poems and fiction
These are stories from otherworldly lands
That have a hold on you like an addiction.
You read and you watch
You sleep and you repeat
It safe when it鈥檚 fiction,
Its safe when it鈥檚 on TV.
You dream and you hope,
You close your eyes and you forget,
That you have walls held up high
That you have locks tightly set.
And then you pick up your pen.
And then you pick up your sword.
Cause today is a new day.
And today is a new hope.
Hope that you would smile more,
Hope that you would make friends,
Hope that you can make the you of tomorrow,
Feel proud of you again.
And so, you go on and you go on.
Maybe it鈥檚 a false hope but,
Maybe, just maybe it鈥檚 okay for us to dream again.
- Shea B.
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sheabee 9 months
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Sunlight
That golden sunshine that looked like happiness.
Those green leaves that reflected home.
That smell of books that once lit up the dark.
And that warm laughter, that made you feel that you weren't alone.
Those beams of light that poured through the grey sky and made you see the colours for the first time.
I'll remember you even if I was just a passerby.
Maybe having to let go, is a lesson, or maybe it's just me,
and I cannot help but wonder, if you will care enough to think of me, when you are unable to peek through the clouds.
I'll store these flickers in a jar, regardless of all doubts,
and I promise to open it when it's raining and there's no light.
- Shea B.
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