Week 9 – This Too Shall Pass

This Too Shall Pass

This week I am a hurricane, a tempest, a storm,

The winds inside and the warmth of the oceans a death spiral, 

A battle nobody can win, tied to the arches of a temple, blinded and strong enough to consume. 

The rains come and fall on my broken heart, and I feel the willows of my veins sway and take the thunder. 

 

This too, shall pass. 

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Week 8 – You give me butterflies

You give me butterflies 

You give me butterflies

You make me smile and frown 

I am surprised at how my emotions change on my face

The little muscles you can touch without even putting your fingers on me

I am so in hope with you.