Deanza L. WalwynBowrin Poems

I am on a mission for greatness… greater than any man/woman could imagine…
My soul craves perfection from my ancestors who stood before me…
I stand tall and erect… my confidence emanating…
Honing my tools of intelligence to hold power in my hands…
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If my tears could tell a story
They would show you all my joys and my pains
The droplets that I cried, when I was feeling lonely
The ones that fell, when you were to blame
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For all it’s worth, I save your voice, the one that made me smile each time.
Incandescent words you used to describe, your feelings on life.
Should I have listened, should I have listened, should I have felt the crime?
With it, I guess not, things will stay like this. But I dream in your voice.
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Deep breaths, blurred thoughts, emotional blunders
Look at all the trouble you brought
With just one touch we both lost control
Our lips locked, and our tongues rolled
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I am on a mission for greatness… greater than any man/woman could imagine…
My soul lingers for perfection from my ancestors who stood before me…
I stand tall and erect… and I exude confidence from the greatness I seek…
Honing my tools of intelligence to be in the capacity; well, of me…
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But you continued on as if my presence mattered,
It goes something like this you began, while I stared in confusion.
It’s not that I don’t care, but I can’t be bothered
Your act of kindness is all an illusion.
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A rose with such beauty as yourself, has no reason to hide
No reason to shelter, no reason to frown;
Then why are you always feeling sad and down?
And I say SMILE…
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We’re all prisoners of expectations, our lives, our minds, our all,
We try to run away from it, but deeper below we fall.

Hours, Minutes, Seconds pass us by on our way to bliss
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The last day that I looked at you,
The last day those things remained the same
The last day we both were connected;
The last day, and I was to blame.
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The things we want we never get
Don’t give up; don’t lose hope, not just yet.

Dreams remain dreams, and you try to make them real
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