Shadows of clattering glass fallen deep below the surface,
schrieks of yesterday's magnets longing for redemption,
caves of internal shards of regret, I can't handle the curses,
the black crow cries out that it was never his intention.
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I sat down... down... down...
falling into retributions of lost souls with
heavy hearts.
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I'll bring the matches,
You ignite the fire,
Burn the biggest branches,
As our bodies start to perspire.
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'GOOD BYE, MY LOVE' Part I
Written: December 14,2015
After the snowfall but before the lily blossoms,
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Thrice I found you burnt to ashes
Withered and alone, I sewed on patches
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I've seen pictures but never the authentic beauty,
for one can never explain such flowing cascades,
Niagara Falls has stolen my sadness while broody,
what a marvel mother nature has made.
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The liberation that resides within burning flames,
creates a disaster of unknown soldiers with no names.
Emancipation of nightmares turning into reality,
such trauma on the front line without any familiarity.
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Once there was a funny girl,
She painted all her walls bright pink,
Then one day she woke up,
And the pink turned into purple ink.
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Your yellow appears during
the darkest days
as you feel the black set in.
Being aware of your
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~Different beliefs can be a blessing~
He was born on a chilly Saturday afternoon, sweet boy with lots of love,
we all knew he'd be very special because he had come from up above.
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