Love is blind but its sight sees beyond all flaws.
Love matters much but it is weighed less.
Love is hated much but it cares less.
Love doesn't walk alone for trust is the guide dog.
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Not the colour of my hair nor my skin
I am black for that's the colour I am badly painted
I'm black not because of the dubbed colour of my soul
I'm black because my life is under the control
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When all bad is falling on you.
and you are at the center
of all the dirt and rubble,
that falls like bubbles
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Barricaded by the consequential barbed wire
of the true lies he spoke in lust.
His covert hedonistic deeds lay overtly bare
as he penetrates the wire deep
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Where do you start to write a poem about love?
When what you feel is not anymore love
Where do you place this feeling in your heart?
When all you have is broken pieces of your heart
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Alone in a life chamber
Life in danger
Approaching a double edged dagger
Yet I do not dare stagger
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I loved you, but not your ways.
I stayed with you, but it wasn't always.
I clasped your hand in mine, but
I loathed the carnal works of your hand.
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No one can drink from the same bitter reservoir
As the roots of my heart and survive another day.
No one can travel the same dreadful distances
As my thoughts have and still be able to walk another day.
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Life is an empty casket for the heart has stopped beating.
Life is a rotten-stench corps for the lungs have stopped breathing.
A recluse wanders around feeding on past sorrows.
The yearn for a companion follows the maggots trails lined up as furrows,
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