Vulnerable, sensitive, rare

engulfed by all the one’s we’ve loved

connected to everything

always reminded of something

 

With compassion comes pain

isn’t it ironic?

we must carry the heaviness of our lives

or it will smother us

 

I’m no good at feeling, they say

the pain will go away

please stay

i should change my ways

 

Talk a lot but never really say anything

no action turning to silence

like sunset shadows and broken skies

we drift away into a new day

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