Andrew Ahile Poems

Before my constant sleep
I believe I knew
My left from my right
What was right and what was left
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Even dawn does not clear the confusion
It goes to the stream to fetch fire
The truth almost an illusion
Seen by the dreamy eyes
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You are beautiful I know
And I know that you know
And I know you have been told
By thousands or so
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Was it not for you, I would have lied.
For so close we were tied
When I say this, know that I cried.
If trust ever stood so tall
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When the going gets tough
And the see gets rough
When in the middle of people who have had enough
You find yourself
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It was expected that I be this and be that
That I be him or I be her
That I be here or I be there
It was expected of me
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They went trough the forest to find him
As soon as it was known
Of the evil he had done
It became clear
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Look, those little blocks
From which grew those little huts
Where made from little grains of sand
Though block greater than sand
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I looked beyond her face and saw beauty
She was tall she was black
I thought she was twenty
I looked into her eyes and saw a home purity
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Let these words of mine speak of me
Even as they speak
Of what they do speak
For they are written in a language
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