Rayana King

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
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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.
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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,
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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
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Shadows start to crawl,
then darkness starts to fall.
Everything starts to collapse,
now there is nothing left to grasp
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Dark clouds,
The rain drops are loud.
For the fallen leaves,
the trees weep.
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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
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Poems of the ages
Let your words sing!
Let me hear wisdom in your melodies
Infinite time let them ring!
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Delicate and fragile is the child
Who is oblivious yet aware
Honest and innocent at heart
The child's emotions are bare
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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
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