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Love isn't love
If it is kept to yourself
Not spread around
Or given out
Love isn't love
If it only belongs to you
Love is a
Two-way
You love me
I love you
If it is kept to yourself
Not spread around
Or given out
Love isn't love
If it only belongs to you
Love is a
Two-way
You love me
I love you
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Grip, release, repeat.
A frenzy far ahead on the road.
A desperation revealed by subtle expressions.
I see these random segments of madness
materialize into a black demon
drifting towards me from miles away
as if on a shallow breeze
Then I turn back to what I was doing and I feel a moist breath on my neck
I turn and it's black eyes are an inch from mine.
All of a sudden it's hands are on me.
It subdues my great strength as if I were only a small child under the might of a lion
I gasp for air, and smoke scorches my lungs
I say a prayer but no moisture is on my tongue
Madness has me crippled and I feel it's hunger
I feel a knife slipped in the middle of my lumba
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If the only words I have are I love you
If every day we're born,
and every night we die,
then imprint me in your first morn,
and here beside me lie.
If time will stay for just one day,
and every minute laughter rife,
then walk with me and not astray,
and share with me your life.
If time has brought you naught but harm-
has done naught but make you cry,
come fade here into my arms,
and here beside me die.
For here I stand as witness
to both your darkness and your light,
and happy company I am to confess
both "Good Morning" and "Goodnight
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this is why we're here
These children scream of heartbreak
these mothers die of shame
these fathers smile with sinful pride
these children sin the same.
Horizons shatter every night
so angels watch us wake.
Our screams show what we're fighting for
and what we're here to take.
No one's righteous and we're all dead,
but tonight we're here to claim a debt.
This is how we fill the void
that won't ever overflow,
Run for shelter, run and hide,
we're bringing down the sky.
Scream for all the rabbit holes
and the egos that looked away.
Siege the castles of the suburbs
to see our great walls sway.
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//shrugs
My poem speaks the truth.
My poem speaks the truth.
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well said my friend