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For Those who Feel Broken
C. 2019 Mikhail Tank
Life is like a Cycle
Feels like you're playing
Musical chairs
Wins, losses, recitals
Sometimes you wish to pause
At times you want to Stop
For those who feel broken
For those whose wings are unspoken
For those who can't fly
Remember that
There is Universal Light
Which you can connect to
Release the addictions
Destroy the broken heart syndrome
Relax and Renew
Breathe Life and Begin Again
No where on Earth is there a sadder sight
Than in front of our eyes
There's pain and misery and demise
Lift your hand As if Majick
Say your Love with a penny in your hand
Watch the copper turn to gold
Not just an Alchemist
You're a Healer of Sorts
And the wings, reimagined
No matter if real or within
They will turn the Lights Green
And you will stand up again
- Not Secondary in Love
At this very moment
My heart is thankfully, vacant
Tired of crazy
Tired of haughty
Tired of playing secondary
Musical chairs of love
Now I'm standing tall
I don't even mind
Not sitting atop just
Any old stall
I deserve a throne
A place to call my own
Supportive, humorous
And compatible in the
Boudoir
Signals emitted
Lanes fully open
Take your pick and
Enjoy the ride on highway no. 9
I'll accept what's right
My heart is unteathered
Not a bit of dust
From the lost loves of the past ❤️
🙏