You’re always fluttering around.
I watch you, scared you might fall.
I want to lead you to the right song, to the right flowerbed.
Instead I spin in the air. My form lost among the pines.
The light I had to lead us home, long since gone.
Should we follow the glow of the moon?
Sing to the wind? Give it a few days to answer.
Perhaps I should leave my heart in a wicker basket.
Cover myself in morning dew.
Abandon the very thought of you.
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 
Oh, I love this… and that picture is perfect… beautiful.
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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You’re up too. I can’t seem to find sleep tonight
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I was sleepy earlier… but now it’s 2am and I’m up. I think I missed my sleeping window of opportunity…
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Sorry. I’m debating going to bed.
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Maybe you need a boring book. 🙂
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Ha or C-SPAN
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I really like this one.
The end thought, it would save a lot of energy. I must be getting old, if I find myself getting amuined to the pain.
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Don’t say that. If you are. I am too😃
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Oh no. You’re much to young & kind for that. It’s immune anyway, I just wish I could blame that on the phone. 🙂
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Ha ha. Hope things are going well for you.
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A darker tone. Loved the imagery like “leave my heart in a wicker basket”. Goodness ☺
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Ha. Thank you. Happy Saturday
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Really lovely Tosha.
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Thank you xx
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Flawless
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Thank you xx
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beautiful! Great tune!
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Thank you xx
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Love it, Tosha, especially the ending. Sometimes it’s the only way!
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Thank you. 😉 Happy Saturday
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I know I say everything you write is amazing, but if we grade this on that curve… this is setting that curve. I love it!
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Aww. Thanks C-man
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Yes, probably, but who ever does anything as sensible as that?
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I know especially these days 2016 the year sensible died.
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The year sensible died…I like that…the phrase that is. I’d trade the sentiment.
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Me too!
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You’re Amazing and so is your writing. Penciling gorgeous. Love this! ♡ xx
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Aww You are too. My favorite penciling poet on WP.
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I like it Tosha I sound like a broken record hopefully not wrecking your nerve but your work is so good.
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No. Not at all. I think a lot of your poetry so it’s very flattering.
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Ok you are most welcome
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Tosha, another poem that speaks to my essence. The vulnerability of love that we want to both have and to forget. ❤️ Tiffany
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Yes. I think we’re just so vulnerable at certain stages and can lead to fear. Do we hold on and risk heartache or walk away with our emotions semi in check?
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Interesting that I had such a choice this week…and decided either way can lead to heartache, so I’ve chosen to take the risk. Reminds me of an Anaïs Nin quote. ❤️🌹
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You’re my hero
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Tosha, belly laughs, that’s a powerful word right there. I’m not sure I fit those shoes. ❤️😘
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Well just go barefoot. You just need your cape anyway
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Haha! Or catsuit. Has been lines. 😉
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Well just go barefoot. You just need your cape anyway
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Nice. Sorry for the double post
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Better twice than none ❤️
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Better not been. Smh
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😃
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Thanks!!
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You’re welcome
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Bonjour mon amie TOSHA
Tu remplis mes jours de joie
Le matin à mon réveil , tu seras présent au cours de ma journée
Belle Amitié entre nous , tu ouvres mon cœur
Tu me donnes ce que j’ai envie par tes petits messages
Des fois je souries quand je suis mélancolique
Bises passe une belle journée
Bernard
Profite de ton week-end et de la semaine à venir
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Thanks lovely
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love it
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Thanks so much. Happy Sunday
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Never abandon the thought of “you.” Great write. Hope you never have to place your heart in a wicker basket.
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Me too xx
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