the fire in my heart
was started
by a match that wasn’t lit.
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the fire in my heart
was started
by a match that wasn’t lit.
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turn up the quiet
to see the light pass between rain drops
and let a past gentle breath,
silence the cry inside.
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where he ought to be often plagued him,
then he reminded himself that
slow
doesn’t always mean sad.
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don’t disturb my imagination,
it’s my way of saying
complicated things.
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his dad said,
don’t wear your emotions on your sleeves.
so he thought it would help him feel better
if he put on a tank top.
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while counting the cracks and flaws
in the concrete wall he built,
he tried to understand love.
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once a milk carton kid
drenched in color,
he now paints walls
in rust and bone.
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just the sight
of your shadow
stops my empty heart.
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while watching you sleep,
i heard your heartbeat speak softly to me
from under the sea of blankets.
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next to you
i don’t fear
the cost of freedom
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