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With things gone too far,
Even to the stage of death.
Holding the solution in her hand,
Slowly dancing with the potion,
With tears running down her face
As she go through the motion.
It's a self sacrifice,
Hoping the gate of love will remine open
Ready to give her life for her love,
Ready to raise above her pains
Puting an end to all the pain ,
Is all she's hoping it's does.
All for her kind of love.!!.
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Dreams dont amaze me anymore
Dreams of you or falling off the sky
Crumbling sky or watching my love die
Walking on broken bridge
Or jumping off a cliff
Doesn't fright me anymore
Losing myself is what i am afraid of now
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Why is your heart broken my love?
I waited days to speak to you.
But words had failed me
I seek solace in your company but receive only romance
I wish I could touch your face and know what kissing the tears of heaven feels like
Let me nurse that broken heart that had gone amiss
The kind of love.!!
Two lover stars cross,
So much in love,
But their love can't be accurate.
With families being sworn enemies,
Them being in love just add to it.
It an ongoing fight
About who is wrong or right.
But they forgot that two wrong can't make a right.
Sharing a love strong enough to die and **** for,
The kind of love everyone should try to live for
Does true love exist
My effort to live is as good as my fear to die
My strength is weaken by the weight of the world
I give all but receive nothing.
Like a wrestler,
I show all my strength and talent.
They notice not, for all they want is just the satisfaction of their eyes.
I live to die even for the things am not supposed to die for.
I live in the mist of nothing trying to pleased them, now am as nothing as them.
The corpse whom I am is been taken to and fro by the waves of my land to a no destination.
Am beginning to rot and smell in the heart of those i loved with all my heart.
To them, am just but a living corpse.
Like a carcass in the mist of vultures,
Here I am in the mist of faith and religions of land,
Full deceit and evil.
Like a beautiful garden full of roses and lilies,
But beneath, I am that rotten worms and corpse that bring out it glories.
Never have I been notice
Because to all I live no more,
But my strength and talent they always required.
Here I am, today as a breathing corpse.
We will die someday,
The big question is, are u prepare for it?