Let my heart be a reflection of my Love for You

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Let my heart be a reflection
of my Love for You
if sadness let us cry together
if happy let us laugh together
if angry let us punch
something together
if silent let us be silent together
whatever your heart needs
I pray that
my heart be a reflection
for You
MichelleMarie

I ‘ll hold on to the light for you, it’s ok to be dark~I got this one~ just don’t let it win

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I ‘ll hold on to the light for you, it’s ok to be dark~I got this one~
just don’t let it win~I believe in you baby girl~MichelleMarie

The dawn of your darkness~I honor it with my love

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The dawn of your darkness
I honor it with my love
more love
more understanding
more encouragement
more reverence
more of me
in silence
as I acknowledge
the dawn of your darkness
Mom

this light of love will guide you home

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When the darkness comes
I knew that it would
Never a day of light
without impending darkness
before it consumes you baby girl
look for the light of my love
it’s hidden in your heart
God placed it there
when he gave me you
It’s our connection
the love, the light
I pray it guide you home
I love you

Black Masquerade

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Friends are Angels that lift us to our feet when Our wings have trouble remembering How to Fly

Jeanne Marie/MichelleMarie

Friends are
Angels that lift us
to our feet when
Our wings have trouble
remembering
How to Fly

photo by Jeanne Marie/Art by MichelleMarie

Inspiration from my Uncle

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My Uncle said friends showed up for dinner! I hear he serves their favorite!

I will be here waiting~hoping praying this light will guide you home

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I will be here waiting~hoping praying this light will guide you home
I’ll leave my love hidden in the sun for when the darkness comes

 

I was just beginning to see your ghosts~when you died

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Some say you died that summer day
My heart knew different
I was just beginning to see your ghosts
when you died…..
Some say you died that summer day
I keep reading, turning over
My thoughts, your words, still hang
on branches like waiting
for an answered prayer
that slams into ceilings
like fake pleads
My heart knows different
it doesn’t think you died
that summer day