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From the Top of My Head to the Bottom of My Soul.
From the Top of My Head to the Bottom of My Soul.
From the Top of My Head to the Bottom of My Soul.
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Series of poems ranging from love to hate and everything in between. 

LanguageEnglish
PublisherEli L
Release dateJun 20, 2023
ISBN9788409440979
From the Top of My Head to the Bottom of My Soul.

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    From the Top of My Head to the Bottom of My Soul. - Eli L

    LOVE

    From the top of my head: to all the nameless faces.

    You don’t even know my name, 

    yet you waited when you saw me. 

    Hidden face, exhausted eyes, 

    since, I haven’t been the same. 

    I can tell you’re not from here 

    by the way you seem to doubt, 

    we will never meet again, 

    hope I helped you find your rout. 

    She has never seen their faces, 

    and it’s clear they are a pair, 

    so she’ll move a little further 

    after all it’s only fair

    They have told me I’m naïve 

    for believing in another, 

    that I shouldn’t give my sit, 

    no one here seems to bother. 

    Or perhaps they’ve never felt 

    what it’s like to just be aided: 

    to be shown a little smile 

    when the world looks grim and faded. 

    So it saddens me to think 

    someone may be feeling down 

    and nobody realizes 

    all those tears behind the frown. 

    There is nothing wrong with caring, 

    handling life gently and slow, 

    handing out a helping hand, 

    and allowing warmth to flow.

    From the knot in my throat: to someone I’ll never touch.

    Your arms are still

    my favorite form of comfort, 

    but I refuse to say it 

    out loud. 

    Your hugs are still 

    the strongest of painkillers, 

    but I’m honestly 

    not proud. 

    Because every time 

    you hold me 

    all my problems fade away. 

    And every time 

    we’re close 

    I end up hoping you could stay. 

    Your arms are still 

    the safest place 

    but you’ll never catch me 

    saying it. 

    Your hugs are still 

    what calms me the most

    even if you’re not 

    aware of it.

    From the best of my smiles: to all those special people.

    Bump my shoulder, 

    glance at me when I laugh, 

    accept I might be broken, 

    you joke until I cough. 

    Sit with me on the grass, 

    let’s share this bubble tea, 

    text me while we’re in

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