It happens too often...

But every once in awhile
You swing me around
Whether I am fluttering
Or bouncing
Or simply babbling
You make me pause
And focus
On that one feeling
I keep shelving away
At that moment
Not to hurt me
But to allow meĀ 
To feel the hurt
As you feel it too
Not to take it away
But for us to understandĀ 
The hurt together

Thank you for the swing.
Sylphy Sylphy
41-45, F
2 Responses Apr 15, 2012

*curtsies at Gr8*<br />
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*hugs Princess tight... takes your hair and wraps it around faerie*

Such depth ....Nicely penned...:).