Miss Tee

I don't know why I'm crying... and cannot seem to stop...
I don't know why I feel so down, or that the world around me has no sound..
I don't know why I'm thinking that no one cares right now..
I don't know why I say that the world would be okay should I pass away today...
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I chase the dream of hope.
Hope for a world of safety and prosperity;
A world without the crimson flow of blood.
And I dream of more…
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I'm not waiting for your approval,
or your permission.
I don't want or need you to tell me
what I should do,
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The art of love: how it can blossom so nicely.
The beginning is a fantasy and a dream to pursue.
Closer and closer we get into the eyes of love
to whisper and speak softly of how it can turn into something.
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I woke up this morning,
glanced in the mirror,
and saw a face.
A face I've seen many times before
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Freeze these pages of time.
Do not leave them ephemeral.
Capture the wavering, thundering escapes...
Capture those thrown on the side; bundled in memoirs of your life passion.
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There comes a time in everyone's life when a question is pondered
With anxiety and stress, or simple curiosity.
When profound thoughts rest uneasy in your mind and soul...
Becoming a crease in your peace, difficult to put into verse and conveyed...
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I cannot see,
for I am now blind;
I cannot see,
tears have taken over.
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The day that she met him and he met her...
Blossomed a first stage infatuation;
Day after day, being careful not to cause a stir;
They worked hard to build up their foundation.
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Mother is
A woman of devotion,
Of ambition
And compassion.
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My friend, my sister, my life.
You stand by me and let me weep.
Enfolding me in your warm embrace.
Giving me counsel, supporting my deeds.
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I speak of dreams
When u. And I.
Attain bliss. Becoming We.
Pure love. Satisfied.
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A Long Way Home

I woke this morning,
met the mirror halfway—
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Dear Life,

A wisp —

just a whisper at first —
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This is not performance.
This is pulse.

Not written to impress
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I don't know why these tears still fall,
like silent rain against a wall.
I don't know why my chest feels tight,
like something's crushing out the light.
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I have a sickness inside my skin,
it waits for night to settle in.
It creeps along when lights grow dim,
and whispers low and cold within.
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You say I'm not enough —
but you are only breath,
a shadow in my bloodstream,
a rumor dressed as death.
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I am a stranger in my own family.
We share blood,
but not understanding.
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