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Rayana King Poems
His beauty is cruelty
His beauty is cruelty, he awakens me as the morning sun, he decieves me like cupid's love. If only he knew the scars he's left me with.
Strainds of grey hair they dye Behind youth they try to hide In a bed of denial they lie they look at age with false pride
I Loved You From A Far
Your beauty caught my gaze It was like looking out a window on a May's day Where everything was blossomed and pieces of paradise laid I loved you from a far
Delicate and fragile is the child Who is oblivious yet aware Honest and innocent at heart The child's emotions are bare
Poems of the ages
Poems of the ages Let your words sing! Let me hear wisdom in your melodies Infinite time let them ring!
I heard her story
I heard her story and listened quietly Her emptiness whispered softly No on bothered to hear her except me We both cried each other to sleep
Shadows start to crawl, then darkness starts to fall. Everything starts to collapse, now there is nothing left to grasp
I Close My Eyes
I close my eyes hearing my heart beat. I go deep into a place where it's only me. I ask myself if this is a dream, but I realize that I am not asleep
The Boulevard Shadows
The boulevard shadows move lonley and weak, The streetlight brings beauty into the hour of peace, The city grows quieter as does the engines, The atmoshphere releases everyone's tension,
Dark clouds, The rain drops are loud. For the fallen leaves, the trees weep.
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His beauty is cruelty
His beauty is cruelty,
he awakens me as the morning sun,
he decieves me like cupid's love.
If only he knew the scars he's left me with.
My breath's are lifless,
he has drained every essence of my being.
I humbly wish to quit seeing,
For vesion leaves memories and if I do
not have memories I won't see him no longer.
Time makes me irrelevant to him and so
does he to me.I find a new love to day dream
of, but still time won't remove what I feel.
One love will always hold me against my will