If nothing ever changed
there would be no butterflies
The secret place
Is where I met
the ghost of you
It was secret so
Maybe you didn’t see
I was waiting as I watched
The ghost of you
Looking for the ghost of me
I’m not a ghost
I’m real in the secret place
Sometimes
we fall
it’s what we bring with us
one the way back up
that changes us forever
I’m thankful for that
MichelleMarie
I believe there’s an art to letting go
It’s delicate and tenuous and tender
Devoid of words that make sense
So maybe I can show you how it feels to me
Letting go, to me means setting myself and you
Free…because we were all meant to be free
I know this…yet I struggle to let go
So maybe I can show you how it feels to me
It’s delicate and tenuously tender
Like the sadness of saying goodbye
To something or someone you hold dear
because we were all meant to be free
I believe there’s an art to letting go
Spread a little sunshine in life…
Shelter us
We pray for mercy too
Shelter us
When
we
know
not
what
to do
MichelleMarie
Such a beautiful mind
both a blessing and not
I watched as she lay sleeping
Forgetful, thankful and resting
I thought to myself
She has such a beautiful mind
she thinks it drives her crazy
I believe it’s wise beyond years
So very gentle, yet broken
So mixed up, yet sane
So scary, yet funny at times
A paradox to me
This beautiful mind, does bless me
Something good & kind for Your weary soul. 💜~Rest more
I’ve been waiting so long
I’ve been sinking deeper in love
Won’t you whisper come and find me
We all want to be found
Where we can be found
It’s not like I’m hiding
Sleeping-walking is how my heart speaks
Wake me up…
Tell Me About It 
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