Little death of me
Little death of me
Like the seed torn apart
Something will grow
I know the pain was hard
Little death of me
If watered right
It might be growth beyond the chart
Little death of me
I am afraid
But I handle this pain
And on my own shoulders
My dead body I cart
I have to move on
I know it’s not smart
To trust the untrustworthy
But the universe will play its part
If only I move
besides the little death of me
I console my heart ❤️
We will be ok
Just hold my hand
walk with me
and make life a preposterous art
That is the definition of faith
My scared little heart!
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