the woe that binds

It’s a shame

how much more

I need all of them

the one’s I have loved

when I break they bend

made not of wood

or stone just amends

a man on his knees

who now understands

the difference between

women and men

is the woe that binds

two hearts like a thread.

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a drop of rain

The steps you take are big

where mine are small,

the steps I take are soft

while yours make imprints.

For now it seems that I am lazy

as you wipe sweat off your brow,

try to understand my empathy

for oak trees rooted to the ground,

and take heed in the soil, though I may

not make a sound, a drop of rain

breathing life, the only way I know how.

Foreign Language.

Slithering

slurring

sound,

that I can not understand,

reminds me,

how little I know,

how truly little I am.

And that

for lack of better words,

we
are
the
same.