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  Jun 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Ryan Holden
If only we were
Dogs, unconditionally
Loving without thought.

The world would form a
Bond, that would be unable
to perish or break.
  Jun 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Ryan Holden
In moments of dark
Hope kisses my cheek to say
"It will be okay"
Guadalupe Meza Jun 2017
I know we may not be the same
And it might be hard for someone to see us in the same frame
But you are one of the few people I can call a friend
Because when I told you my problems you taught me how to mend my broken pieces back together
And showed me that I deserved better
And you showed me how to move on
So I was no longer a pawn in her game.
Now it's my turn to do the same
And show you that you deserve it all
And help you tear down the wall
That people have built to block your view
Of everything that is meant for you.
A poem that I will soon be performing.
  Jun 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Idiosyncrasy
Sometimes I find it hard to say
But I would love to tell you in every way
That I love you anyway.
I will always look for ways.
Guadalupe Meza Jun 2017
As I work on my house
I come to realize how
Many wires, lights, switches, and bolts
It has on the inside and out.
And so I begin to think,
We are the same.

We can look beautiful on the outside
And be terrible on the inside.
And we can look terrible outside
And be beautiful on the inside.

The size of the house does not matter
If it is not filled with the desire to shelter.

The shape of the house does not matter
If it is built on the perfect foundation of principles.

The color of the house does not matter
If it has the ability to spread light onto the world.

This is your house,
What you fill the house with is what you will have to live with,
Till the day you clean the house
Which will clean your soul.
I was working on my house and just started think and I ended up reflecting on how much I full my mind and soul with useless and painful thoughts and then just kept thinking and wrote this because of it.
  Jun 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Leydis
Allow me…..
No dear, you are no longer allowed!!!!
You will not engulf me in your broken lies.
You will not confused me,
as your lips utter I love you’s until I abide.

Allow me……
You will not deluged me in your obscene passion.
You will no longer have access to the parts of me,
that provoked your lustful desire.
You will not touch me,
You will not osculate me,
You will not speak to me of;
love, commitment, or growing old.

No dear…Allow me!
You will no longer patronize me,
You will no longer demean me,

You will have to live without me,
……………..the rest of your drama.

For you see,
as you devoted yourself to breaking the parts of me;
that pledged to be forever yours,
that vowed to become one with you,
that promised a daily kiss with bliss,
that zealously built this home, brick by brick,
while your termite behavior teared the foundations of this love,
your savagery actions left cracks in my soul,
thus, breaking my humanity!!!!

No dear…. Allow me!
Stop moving your bottom lip, let me tell you how this will be;
I will tear down the shrine I placed you in.
I will build a new home…where I am free.
I will restore my broken heart without your lies.
I will live. I will love.  I will heal.

I will now allow me, without you telling me how!!!!

LeydisProse
5/31/2017
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
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