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The Real Truth, Too

You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off?
Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about? What makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me a story about her that you are not in. You’ve seen her skin, you’ve touched her body. But… You still know as much about her as a book you once found & never got around to opening.
ITS ALL ABOUT DEPTH & SEEING WHAT THE HEART AND SOUL IS ABOUT.
Never settle for anyone who doesn’t take true interest in you further than a naked body.

💙 Lucy O’Toole wrote this…

I’m putting it here because people so often remark that I’ve seen so many naked bodies… What they don’t realize it’s the naked soul that I see more of.

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Peace

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Dance

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Me, too!

Seems like she keeps

Reading things

That make her heart leap

“Me, too!”

“Damn straight!”

She’s trying her best

To hang in there

Stay content

Find peace

In what it is

But then again

She sees something

And thinks to herself

” I wish..I wish…I wish..”

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Hemingway

What would we have missed

If we hadn’t read

Between the lines

Hemingway

Henry David

Browning

What would we have learned

If we had only

Taken the time

To read between the lines

And let the light shine through

Jeanna’ Mead

Monday morning

5 54 a.m. 11.18.19

http://www.jeannasoul.com

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Made You Think

It could be that

You went through

The motions

Doing the same thing

Day after day

But I made you think

Think twice

Think long and hard

Think outside the box

Think of what it would be

Think of why not

I made you think

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead

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Broken Halos

She never claimed

To be an angel

God knows she sure ain’t

She’s been told her touch

Feels almost like heaven

But she knows

It can be a ragged edge

Straight to hell

Some just can’t handle

What she has to give

She’s been called an angel

In that case, she’s flying a little way too close to the ground

She’s also been called a hell raiser, trouble maker, no-good, from the trashy side of town

That should be damned

But she doesn’t care

It’s not for anyone else to know or to judge

Or to ask Jesus, “Why?”

Who she is or how she’s lived

She wears a broken halo

Looking for another soul to save

She’ll whisper words as she moves her body closer

Taking her time to make it right

She’ll create a little place where a soul can feel safe

And if that makes her an angel or a magician

It’s all the same to her

She never claimed to be one or the other

Only to love the work she does

Finding another body to touch

And a soul to save

Another dance and another place

She won’t fold back her wings

She still flies

She still has sequins and glitter

On that broken halo

Which she places on the heads

Of every angel that comes in

They are all souls waiting to be saved

Just like she is.

Jeanna’ Mead

6 32 a.m. 11.4.19

http://www.jeannasoul.com

Twelve. 👣♥️

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