Like the knight of sleeping beauty,
He slash through my heart.
Tearing down my courage,
Shattering my resolve like a wine Glass.
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My blood boils,
Its steam beating against the sky.
Oh! if pen were a sword,
Then let it be that i slash at their Hearts.
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When the bushes of our black mother.
Lay uncut,
And we waddled about with newly weaned feet.
A hand sweated with a ferocious pen,
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Bad Engines, faulty parts.
Who cares? It doesn't matter, we'll fly anyhow.
The ear is filled with slapping of currencies together.
Who cares?
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If ere i am given another chance,
i would love you again and again.
I would put my hands in your clasp.
And sail with you to the moon.
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I watch anxiously as the children gaze at me.
Is it the time? i wondered.
When the blood in me will be sapped by drunken men,
And my teeth be plucked from my mouth?
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That golden moment when the world stands still,
Heart beats are calm,
Time pause a while.
But then the silence is broken,
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Tell me what you think of my love,
Is it cold or hot?
Does the coldness of my heart,
Chill your soul?
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The voice coming across the seas,
He could smell the aroma of thick passion,
In a gentle air.
Strings of music play melodies foreign to the heart,
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Listen to the heart,
It sings.
What songs?
I know not.
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