I dreamed a dream.
And in it
you were in love
with
you.
Just the way you are.
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Category: Poetry
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When I Grow Up
When I grow up
I am going to be
a kid again.
She whispered to her heart:
Go.
Be Brave.
Make me whole, again.
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Butterfly Catcher
I was born
to be a catcher of butterflies.
Pass me my net
and I will show you
the joy
and the wonder
that lay sleeping
in your bones.
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The Truest Love
Loving others
broke her.
Loving herself
fixed her.
And then there was magic.
Pure, delicious magic.
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Give me
the broken glass of your soul
and I will lead you to the moonlight
and show you the kiss
that already sits upon your forehead,
soft
and waiting
to soothe you.
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Home Is Where The Heart Is
My heart
lives
inside of me.
Dearest, home.
I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.
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In the Stars
Meet me in the stars
my precious little ones.
And we will dance
and play
and love
without the endings
human life
must eventually bring.
Maybe
this whole time
instead of running away from the rain
we should have been running into it
asking it questions,
like:
‘If you can feed the green under my feet—
what is it, rain, that you can do for me?’
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Some Kind of Magic
It’s some kind of magic
that you
and you
and you
will read these words
and think
and feel
and be
something different than you were
before you read them.
