Breathing Love
How explicit can my soul be?
I have tread the different walkways of life
Gathering pricks and kisses
Leaving a trail of tears and smiles
I'm a bed of failures that I shroud
They commiserate my eyes
To touch the hearts of unloved
My world envies my success story
And with sweet love emulate me
The hands I hold are never left
They are now my responsibility
Their hazards are now mine
I feed their dreams to flower
Their maternal guide and mentor
Till they reach their alps
The hands that I have left I never hold
Their memories wither to death
My heart and trust they swindled
Give me love and I give my life
I breathe and celebrate only love
April 2, 2016
Catie Lindsey
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