You say you are humble
just like a little thimble
on a poor woman’s thumb
sewing all the way ’til she’s numb
but she’s sewn for so many years
and to any needle she shows no fear
may she need not any thimble at all
who are you to say, that you’re the savior of all?
You come to me
in the gentlest of ways
You rise me
from my sleep
as the soft morning light
peeks through the leaves
You whisper to me
the sweetest of words
as the wind tells me
more of secrets bare
You say goodbye
and I weep.
Tell me why
after all the hardship
you think I should give up
You
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my heart
your face bi polar
now I don’t know which mask to look at
What's In My Mind... 