i need rest from love
its worn me out and dragged me down
i need to not hear lies
or praises that don’t come deep
from the heart
i need to recover my peace
my sense of self
gather back my secrets
hide behind a safety veil
i need to leave
and lay in a desert field
with sand and rocks
the lizard kings and the sun
i need to watch the moon
and knit myself a coat of light
to lift me where i need to be
cuddled between the arms of freedom
words less spoken 
Your art is a priceless masterpiece, alive like your poetry, and like you, yes, lovely… This praise might only come from my scalp, like dandruff. I don’t know…
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dandruff?? hhhmmmm I’ve never been given praise by dandruff….lol thanks Elvis you rock xo
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Sadly, this poem is a precise version of my day (weekend). Better said, but is exactly what is in my heart and soul. Thank you.
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stay strong friend there is beauty and hope in the vilest
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