Return to me like a weary traveller,
To a home that helps you be a dreamer

Return like the blossoms every year
gone because they must ,far yet near

Return like the books with pages worn
soaked in memories, new and old

Return like the smiles, from a newborn
all on your own,not because you're alone

Return to me like it's not me you return to,
Return because you are me and that's who you are coming home to.

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The friends checked into a high end resort , all set for a "cool" vacation. There plans were interrupted between torrential downpour and the thunder kissing the mountains. It's there ,when the WiFi signal disconnected that they all truly connected.

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Sometimes you run into a void,
What you gave doesn't come back.
You're shown the things you lack
And nothing you do seems right

Be gentle with your heavy heart
to eyes that refuse to see who you are
You maybe gentle and do your part
but to be kind to yourself is an art.

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Sometimes the wait never gets over.
The wait sits on your eyelashes,
drops down as rain every once in a while
and hope sits along like the smell of that tomorrow that may never come.

Sometimes all you can do,is let them finish the wait.
You let them bear the pain and let it rain.
And when they're done,you hope they remember that there are other seasons,
And that love too waits,in places more than one and it's never too late ..

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The way some leave things in half
Those sentences left on the layover to the heart
Things ,I know don't always finish sometimes even before they start
Yet, I'm still a beginner in that particular form of art.

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Some days you take two steps back ,
Some days , it's that 2 am midnight snack

Some mornings are full of clouds
Some nights you are filled with doubts

Some weeks are harder than you thought
Some months, an endless drought

The sum of these somes ,
The biggest of hum drums
can hurt a little less ,
can cure some of the stress

Just reach out to one when you feel there's none
Trust me when I tell you, you're not alone
while you think there's noone ,
count again, you're still not done .

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Looking for you in a heap of words
Feeling each letter , searching for better
Blindfolded walking into a room of mirrors
Am I just like you or is it just my fears

These tears that wet your hollow cheeks
Water my soul and showers my being
You losing your way , stumbling around
Me shadowing you, not far behind

I know you try and you try so hard
And I offer you all I've got
but when you wake up to the empty dark
it's not your fault that emptiness is all I got

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People always show the same face.
The vision though, depends on whether your eyes are open or heart.

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Walking along the path to my tired shoes,
I found a road that led to you
Grazing along the skin on my bones,
were memories etched so I was never alone
Sinking and rising in the waters of my soul
I found you but I lost me from before you

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