J.B. Baronda

Love, a cloth that covers all the grudge I feel inside,
A passion that burns in these hearts that collide.
These silly words sprouting out of my head,
Embarrassing actions and things I've said.
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I failed to impress you and all the things I do is nothing,
Everything was planned out but yet failing.
I learned to be someone new,
Thought of so many things just to satisfy you.
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I see those tides of imperfection,
Failure and miscommunication.
These crimes violently arise,
Living in world that's filled with lies.
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I'm no wanna-be,
I'm just a man trying to express what is in me.
These compositions of poetry,
Are merely nothing, but all that I did see.
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In every story there is an end,
Certain things could be broken and cannot be mend.
There will be the end of the road,
The point where stars grow old and explodes.
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When you are down and weary.
Yes you cry feeling so lonely.
You close your eyes and mesmerize all happy things...
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Stop, halt, Pause,
The life of a rebel without any cause.
Lost in this moment,
Puzzled on what this wave meant.
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Though our shells are here,
Inside this watery sphere.
I think I am intoxicated my dear,
I am filled up with fear.
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Love, a venom that could flow into our veins,
or perhaps an emotion to cure all pain?
Love gives and love takes,
Love could teach us learn from all of our mistakes.
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