Mitta Xinindlu

They say paradise is only in heaven
But they haven't seen your face like I have.
They haven't been greeted by your smile
and embraced by your words.
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I have gone so high with you.
We have gone to where normal friends wouldn't.
You were not frightened by the cold;
the low temperatures as we rose.
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I do long to feel the touch
that makes my body go numb.
The ‘careless' whisper
that makes me feel like a deaf.
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You are a very bad substance that I got addicted to.
I find your advantages less than your disadvantages.
You make me forget of the important aspects in my life.
You leave me broke and out every time.
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Is it not funny now that it is you who is begging to be loved?
Oh! Dear, I was nothing to you but kind.
I used to love you.
I treated you damn good.
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Songs of sorrow sprung from my heart;
All I could think about was us falling apart.
There was no time to talk;
your mind was fully alarmed.
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I met him there;
he was waiting with care.
We talked about our sores,
and got to know each other a bit more.
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I pray that nothing harms you,
Or break your heart, my dear.
I pray for you nothing but goodness,
As no one deserves meaningful prayers like you do.
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God is my flower.
His fragrance is visible to the naked eye like a light from a tower.
Scent so good, He gives me more than life.
He lightens my blues; Oh! What a perfect Knight.
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You are not whom you seem to be.
You are not even the people you claim to be.
Your personas, your façades represent you daily.
The only time that you are yourselves is when you are, mainly,
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Time and again,
seasons pass by.
Leaving our hearts
to long for that sensitive touch.
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You are a lot to me.
You mean
the sun,
moon and all the stars.
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The man is pure, kind, and amazing.
This man is simple, intelligent, and mesmerising.
He is a leader by birth.
He is down to earth.
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Black Man.

Your skin, your arms.
Your face and your chocolate smile.
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My heart is in sorrow and pain.
You should be dead now, I'm afraid.
I feel emptiness and it symbolizes your absence.
Where have you gone, I miss your presence?
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We write messages that brains refuse to read.
We create real pictures that eyes refuse to see.
We speak from silenced lips.
Because in empty spaces, we seek.
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When I am dead and alive no more;
could you take that pin of metal
and pin it onto my hair?
Take a bunch of flowers
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I love you because
you make me feel things that I have never felt before.
You erase my pain
and you bring me so much gain.
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What freedom are we to find
when our restless minds
are enslaved under the chains
of human trafficking?
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We are a society unresolved
whose stomach is forever hungry for love.
We have a strong desire to be loved.
With a plus,
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