Darling your mind is torturing your body with everything, too busy to stress, too stressed to be busy.
Occupying your mind with too much taken on, the silence hurts more than it should, when holding conversations with your heart and your head.
I repeat advice I finally learned to take myself… breathe in and out and release it all
No holding on, don’t keep it all for later.
Talk to me, always close to listen
I worry about you and wish I could make it all better.
But for now we’ll take one step at a time
Let me carry some weight it’s just too much to hold.
1 comment:
Poetry in motion or words singing poetry.
I like it.
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