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Be Blessed

I know you
even how you stand
in a picture
I can tell your
emotion in the moment
I can tell by looking
you feel alone
you feel afraid
even with the good life
I know what they meant
when they said they
felt like they walked
out of heaven
but how can there
still be hell
inside my heaven
why couldn't you
see and feel
why didn't it heal
you like it did me
I try to forget
for you
and for me
but there is always
someone, something
there to remind me
rip off the scabs
remind me of
a missing limb
with stabbing pains
they want
to comfort themselves
with experiments
give me tests to pass

see if you're really in my past
then blame me for my reaction
when its real
losing it doesn't easily heal
we can move on
ignore whats missing
maybe eventually
be fine without it
except for the people
who doubt it
can't stop
talking about it
my wish for you
is all that you dream
a man that makes you beam
who gives you steam
builds your self esteem
strength, wholeness,
every good thing
even a ring
all you need
silence you can breathe
peace inexpressible
blessed are the forgetful


  1. "All that you dream a man that make you beam,who give you steam builds your self-steam strength,wholenes."
    -i love this part,very kind and caring..just beautiful.


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