Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Happiness is a Warm Tea Mug

I want to live with my heart

I tell my wise tea bag

I really do

I want to live with my heart
On my sleeve
As I learn to be kind to myself

I want to live with my heart

To its fullest

Before it collapses and shatters

I want to live with my heart
And love with my heart
So I can bleed, cry, and grow with my heart

I want to live with my heart

And then I know I won't be alone because

Happiness will find me

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