I have an empty bottle
It's here in my hand
I'm going to the beach
To fill it up with sand
I have an empty tub
I'll fit it up with dirt
Finding garden worms
So they won't get hurt
I have an empty hand
There's nothing I can hold
I'll have to go in search of
Someone before I'm old
I have a empty heart
I just want to love
To find that special person
A gift from up above
The moral of this poem
As you will plainly see
We all have empty somethings
We must fill them to be free
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Fear of the storm Letting go of your fears is like a thunder storm from beginning to end. It's nice outside, But something is brewing within. The sky becomes clouded with darkness.
The acceptance of. beautiful imperfection. and trust,. While my. heart is alive,. and dancing. Is a must,. A disjointed,. Mesmerising,. Flow of emotion,. Just like water,. And her many faces,.
In crystallised dreams, sparkling seams, Holding them for a lifetime longing to be seen.
The vulnerable caterpillar an innocent love that we give. It grows whilst it's nurtured and given a reason to live. A chrysalis of emotions hanging on a fine silk thread.
Life is full of colours, even colours that you cant see,. Life is full of times when you try to know who you wanna be,. Life is full of brightnss and those times when things get dull,.
Improv challenge set by @naaviie Words: driftwood, mirror, friction, letter, jigsaw, release.
If I was a fruit I would be a watermelon. Hard on the outside. Inside so mellow. The green on the outside will be my cover. For the inside color I will save for my lover.
A myriad of colours make up our life; A composite for every emotion. Sombre shades for darker times; Vivacious tones for love and devotion.
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