sabrina kiloloma Poems

my love for you can’t be measured in a chart,
but can be seen in the depths of my heart.
it will never let go even when death do us part,
for I will keep on rolling like the wheel in a cart.
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Is it possible to be alive yet dead?
The weight of the world on your head,
Everything has turned to black and white,
And all that’s left is the flying kite.
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He stands there, waiting for it to come
To take him, to end what he begun
He sees the light
But it’s just another car in the night.
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The world is a cruel place
Nowhere is safe from the destruction
Everyone is on a wild goose chase
But our minds can’t function
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Staring down at the chain
My broken heart is filled with pain
This is all I have
This is all when the light went dim
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This is for all the tears I’ve cried,
For all the times my heart just died.
This is for all the pain I’ve had,
For all the times my day went bad.
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