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Will I become the pages in your diary?
A breath taker created in the form of words,
a title to tell a story of a prince fighting his way to you, an idea of creativity and distraction
Will you rip me from your diary if I only brought to you sorrow
a flow of words that others won't comprehend other than yourself.
How many endings will you make of me until everything falls into place?
Will I become your final sonnet ?
Continue giving breath to your diary filled with words

By: Leory Santana Dawn
Is the view of the world slanted within your rare view?
A well built imagination of what you'll love me to become
My ****** body wouldn't allow you to keep falling before your time is called to serve
Lack of understanding allowed us to become
a project of what most people have lost the feeling of
Our soulmates are ideals of ourselves
I won't attend to losing myself within your views

By: Leory Santana Dawn
Tears are reflections of an act
Test this with passion
Losing everything before your eyes
Tears are emotions
Finding reasons to feel
No subject
Not subjected
A killing desire to find a way to
Act upon what will come true

By: Leory Santana Dawn
Hold me hostage within your misery
I'll gain the walks in your path
Push me furthest away
Please don't lose your way out of the darkness
The light from your eyes will fade away
I'll be your eyes when you lose your guard
Shall your rope be thin
I'll become the extra layers
You're reason to love
And be in love
Those two are always different
Do know this to be fact
I'll help you find your reason to wake

By: Leory Santana Dawn
Do I give you the sweetest
oxygen to inhale
In exchange for you love
Your cravings are too much
You're carving yourself into wood pieces
Don't light your torch too fast as rain may come
I'll follow the ends of your mud prints

By: Leory Santana Dawn
Where your soul is dismissed
You rely on the truth for finding a reason
To exist, love, hate, and perish

Bones to ashes we become
magnify on the time of losts and gain
How can we live when we're all struggling to breathe?

Truths become lies
Beauty becomes a phase
An illusion to find a reason to smile
And ask ourselves what made us happy while we lived

My understanding of how such a ****** up illusion can be so ugly that it becomes beautiful to indulge in the act of of finding who you are

What's a day when it's always night?
Ask yourself away

By: Leory Santana Dawn
She ain’t a *****
so stop whistling, that won’t do the trick
you will only make her think you’re a real ****.
You see her walking down the street
and she looks gorgeous from her head to her feet
we all know that’s the girl you wanna meet
but don’t you never ever dare
to whistle while you stare
only because a girl is dressed all nice
it doesn’t give you the right to objectify.
Oh, and you know one thing?
Just because she has no wedding ring
it doesn’t make you her next fling
She already knows she’s beautiful and amazing
and she really doesn’t need men gazing
to know how much she’s worth
she’s a girl, she’s been perfect from birth
she dresses up for herself and that’s for sure
she doesn’t even care about your attention
and did I already mention
she ain’t a *****
and you’re totally kitsch
if you think you’ll get her attention this way
you were never so wrong, babe.
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