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My love
You have come
Without words
Tongue less in the night
You see me but I cant
I've been bestowed a couple of times
but never by a goddess
Your crippled hands stretch
I am bittersweet,
Bittersweet and scared.
I am unable to let go
Of all my fears.
Interested in the journey,
But very wary of the road,
I'm worried by upcoming decisions
I am open to the world
a smell of fresh cut summer grass
circulating the air like silk
Once in a while I'll admit
The bathroom is the perfect place for tears
The darkest shadows are filled with light
The deepest holes are inches deep
The thickest blaknet won't cover
I've dreams of where nothing but joy, love, and knowledge exist.
Followed by a sudden wake and a burst of reality.
The crop that you grow is the one that you step on.
You may not see it, may not acknowledge what you do.
Brown like a beautiful book of stories. Everything you told me. In this life I thought I would believe. A romance, a sparkle and a diamond ring. For that moment we were together. I thought that you would be.
Three hundred thirty minutes
A jaunt taken with no regards for today
A moment of deep agony-
As blissful fragments of our
Memorable memories routinely recapitulate
This ability to hold in the mind
It's time to let go and let God, literally
you're blind without faith
cause it's the source in which you see,
it leads your intuition and utilizes ambition,
faith creates an image so we can imitate Jesus,
The Cycle
Pain keeps us afloat.
Pain keeps us sane.
It allows us to feel something.
Without pain, there is no love.
Without love, there is no sacrifice.
Connections I make
The faces I take
for granted
Moving with purpose
Showing only surface
gestures
Of good will
I hope to fill
a void
Every step brings me further
It's funny how beautiful things sometimes reside in the most polluted areas, It's actually one of the most deceitful things in the world and it's sad yet it's true that i always end up falling in love in these places of poverty.
Stuff you can't say to your teacher is...
hello your class is very boring
& half of your class is snoring
You're not teaching the material right
& I hate the way you write
Your breath really smells
I wandered around for as long as I could rememberSpring, Summer, Fall, WinterOops! Did I just messed up on the sequence of seasons?Oh yes I did! Now what can you do to me,O great teacher?
