June 21, 2011

pleaser

 beach

Even trees bend when the wind blows, we aren't meant to be like stone but I still hug your sharp edges and keep secret my injuries.

We are dancers, when we are givers we can be takers. We form callouses on our feet because you needed our shoes and we gave them to you, with our apologies, but we're okay when the high road is covered in egg shells.
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