Zoetry changes the world....
So Metal It Hurts
by Zoe Farasha
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When you see me again, I will be standing taller.
When you casually speak and say things I want to hear,
I will remain composed.
No one wants to be loved in half.
The color of gray lines are not soft against the open eyes of my heart.
I will not be so free to say words like love if people don't hear what I'm saying.
No one wants to hear things they don't want to admit.
I can't lie. I can't choose what I feel, but I can move my heart in
steadier directions.
I'm at a loss for tears.
I've shed enough for many seasons.
I will think of robins and Carolina sunlight against trees.
These things I can't share with you.
No one wants to be loved in half.
Brother you will know, when you crawl out of adolescence you will see
The birds and the sun too and I know what I'm doing.
I will stand with you when the revolution comes, but you will have to hold your own hands.
..............Something I started with no end yet
Do you know what it feels like to walk down a road and there is nothing but a wall of trees?
Do you know how it feels to witness the evolution of garlic on it's way from wild in the ground to edible and hear no traffic for days?
To wrap yourself in a towel and look out at country?
by Zoe Farasha
......................
When you see me again, I will be standing taller.
When you casually speak and say things I want to hear,
I will remain composed.
No one wants to be loved in half.
The color of gray lines are not soft against the open eyes of my heart.
I will not be so free to say words like love if people don't hear what I'm saying.
No one wants to hear things they don't want to admit.
I can't lie. I can't choose what I feel, but I can move my heart in
steadier directions.
I'm at a loss for tears.
I've shed enough for many seasons.
I will think of robins and Carolina sunlight against trees.
These things I can't share with you.
No one wants to be loved in half.
Brother you will know, when you crawl out of adolescence you will see
The birds and the sun too and I know what I'm doing.
I will stand with you when the revolution comes, but you will have to hold your own hands.
..............Something I started with no end yet
Do you know what it feels like to walk down a road and there is nothing but a wall of trees?
Do you know how it feels to witness the evolution of garlic on it's way from wild in the ground to edible and hear no traffic for days?
To wrap yourself in a towel and look out at country?