April Swanson

I wish to know the truth,
The truth of life.

How to be perfect,
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It was strange and it was soothing, and you could even say amusing-
The way it came to me.
When I think about love,
I think about when I was little
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I’ve never been the type
To venture out on my own
Being by myself was normal
I never felt alone
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Lonely are these days
Followed by these nights,
Lonely am I,
In so many ways
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I'm the host of imperfection
But you see past all that
I’m not the prettiest by some standards
but in your eyes I’m the best
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Sometimes I am in my own world,
Bleak, Isolated from others.
Most the time I can’t understand diseases,
Why they take away our sisters and brothers.
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I press a leaf against my cheek,
It crackles like a log smoldering in a fire.

The wind stirs, bringing a rhythm of dancing colors,
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You turned out even better
Than I often dreamed you’d be;
You’re more than I had hoped for;
You’re a sweet reward to me
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Drown out, the voice that breaks the silence
And takes the joy out of everything

We made a plan that was subject to change
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My heart
Broken. Shattered.
Crushed.
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The emotions inside my heart,
Twist and Twind
Through tunnels,
Looking for a way out.
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Life isn’t simple
Nor is it a breeze.
Life is a purpose
and was meant to be seized.
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Don’t ever pass me by-
Without a hello.
Without a goodbye.
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I just want to thank the Lord
For your step of faith.
In coming to Him to be baptized
And to go forth in His grace.
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Words just can’t express
how much you mean to me.
Sometimes it's hard for me to show it,
so you may not always see.
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I really love you.
So why can’t you just see?
Of all people in this world…
You mean the most to me.
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What I think,
is my own way
to express myself
and what I say.
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Some thoughts are private to oneself
sharing them would feel like a sin.
But by not showing who you are,
how can someone know the person within?
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All that’s beautiful drifts abroad
With emptiness left in its’ place
Kiss my finger tips and gnaw away
The midst of my joy
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I am desolate and in the dark, with feelings vacant; unfilled.
I am as numb as my toes in the snow.

The winter nights feels like all the others-
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