Author: Meaghan
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Collectively Important
Am I worth it? To you? to me, most importantly? Am I important? In a sea of individuals, I feel buried in the sand. A granule. But one adds to many, And it somehow holds, the water in its place, If we matter collectively, Than we must singularly. Nature echoes this sentiment. ecosystems thrive, From
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Me
I am deeply loyal. I crave to cook for you,serve youand love you deeply.I do not like to be slightedand will match your energy.My desire for youis a deep friendship,a bond beyond understanding.I trust you?Feel adored, respected,prioritized and cherished?You have my full submission.The depths of what I would do for youare limitless.Except for a fewthat
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Yes, It’s True
Yes, it’s true I’ll meet someone new. But it won’t be you. I’ll delight in there touch And endeared by their voice, But it won’t be yours. I’ll kiss them deeply And feel it in my soul, But the part that you touched, Will be in an unfillable hole. I’ll remember what it feels like
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Where Are You?
Where are you Meaghan? I reach in my mind to find you. I pull at my thoughts to describe you, But I’m blank. I know you don’t like to be alone, It hurts doesn’t it? All the pain is easy to find in the quiet, But you are not. I hope you are near, I
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Flow Of Time
I am, where I sat a year ago. I feel the energy of that person I was, seemingly such a short time ago.The vastness between her reality then and mine in this moment.Listening to the same true river running through her heart.Why does it feel like multiple forms of reality exist at once?Lands that ancient
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Don’t Put You Away
I thought I wanted you,So I changed.This part of me that I learned you didn’t like, I threw it away.That’s not me anyways.Until one day,Something was tearing at me from inside.Hmm, must be something I ate today?Ugh, must be that asshole that cut me off on the road.Shit, must be something screwed up inside my
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Sit Afar
I sit, where I would escape to as a child.The breeze is an old friend that caresses me as it blows by.Although, surely, the birds are new, they sing the same familiar song.The insects, have a cadence that bring a heart home.A farm, a home, stands-that has firmly served for generations.Trees, that have stood against