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"Keep Breathing"

Maybe that tree will always be a sapling at it's best and an oak at it's worst, 
What's it to you when that tree shakes away all those leaves leaving it vulnerable under the satellite sun?
The bird that falls will learn to fly better than all the others because it knows how hard the ground is,
Who you were doesn't make up who you are so stop getting trapped in that closed door. 
Like the rat asleep in a big city that never sleeps or the cat that starves at a buffet,
The convict that prays with a swastika painted on his palms finds the god he's never seen. 
Fireflies sleep in my gut as those feelings come back to me but I'm sure this time,
Feet steadily in motion as waves crash on pavement and up to my knees. 
Taking time to myself as I stare out at the her behind me holding his hand,
I smile taking my nod the baffled lord opens up his paths to set my faith aflame as a simple man makes me smile when I want to rain. 
The walls here around us all are so familiar but love is some kind of broken prayer I've never understood,
Not that I never received it, I did from that girl, I draw a breath away from  her. 
My imperfect hands could never grasp around something so alive as that lovely serpent,
I took all I could ever need but didn't realize I somehow had none to give. 
Waste away like a stump made from some great shadow of a tree,
Repeating the same songs of his pain and I wonder if anything could ever be this good again. 
Its not that I want him to help me it's that I want him to help him,
Flutters in my head and gut all around him is something I think I could get used to. 
Not that he's different from her but he is he's an open door and doesn't have the guts to shut me out,
The funny thing is neither do I. 

Time means nothing when I'm near him, 
Find some excuse just to say his name. 
No, I don't love him--
But I think I will. 
This little crush,
Will peel as time goes on. 
 
Together we could keep breathing,
Taking small steps to make sure we make no empty promises,
I'll turn him towards me, 
Tell him he's amazing. 
Because he is. 

And with him,
I don't think of her. 
Written by Whispered_Words (DRooney)
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