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The beating of your heart is music to my ears
Playing a melody, a song, beautifully created, solely by your heartbeat, just for me to hear...
 Sep 2020 Tashenia Haughton
Dia
Anti- anti- social I cry,
Donโ€™t even try,
Scream my nights by
My love was like a candle

Too hot for you to handle

๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’›
 Sep 2020 Tashenia Haughton
Lilly
Maybe if a lemon was red.
It wouldn't have such a sour dread.

Maybe if flowers were green.
They wouldn't have been seen.

Maybe if the sun was black.
It would have the bitterness it lacked.

Maybe if things were never grey.
The world would have had less dismay.

Maybe if I had no clue.
My life wouldn't have been so blue.

Maybe if my heart was yellow.
I would never have been sorrow.

Maybe if Iโ€™ve seen the colors.
I would have been less blind.

Maybe if the world isnโ€™t drenched in the color of despair.
It would be better.
๐“ฒ๐“ฏ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ผ ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ผ๐“ด๐”‚,๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ,๐”€๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ต ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ถ ๐“ช๐“ซ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ฝ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ...?
*ๆœˆ-moon

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 Sep 2020 Tashenia Haughton
Owen
Kronos laughs.
He sent you,
my other half,
my missing piece,
the air in my lungs,
the reason
my heart beats.
He sent you at the wrong time,
and theres not a thing I can do
to turn back the clock,
to get you back.
My helplessness
consumes me.
Hope is lost.
to have the right person come into your life at the wrong time.
There you sit
Paper and pen.
In hand
Ready to write
For you so much easier
Then talking to a
Human being
How come you can't
Verbalize
What you so eloquently
Put on paper
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