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He talks about breaking records
He talks about leaving his mark
He talks like a broken record
Instead of breaking records
He is breaking my heart
breaking my heart
đź’”
I read the sign on the door
OPEN.
OPEN.
OPEN.

I knock and after a pause
I see a girl smelling of roses

She beckons me inside
She offers me shelter

That's when I realise
I have found the answer
finding the answer
He wanted to hold me
He wanted to mould me
He wanted to pour me into the perfect shape that he'd created

The mould cracked
The shape shattered
You cannot hold a heart of gold that wants to hold herself
you cannot hold a heart of hold that wants to hold herself
💛💛💛
 Apr 2021 Styles
SassyJ
Subtle Tales
 Apr 2021 Styles
SassyJ
What a predicament?
them spent days realigning my thought
and for each one the penny turns
presenting a double face, subtle tales

All the days I hid not to be seen
avoiding to be discovered, unclear sight
digging caves so deep and unreachable
sailing to shores, chasing invisible dream

In such moments when I wash all the dust
settling densely in this far away land
tinkering in shrubs and unwithered pinewood
recollecting the haunted songs into anthems
If the stars realign........ the blood of me, the harvest of my dreams, the silence won't cease....... keep running, keep hiding.
 Apr 2021 Styles
SassyJ
When every night becomes a lullaby
On the trail down the trended woods
under the conifer tree that withers
euphoria overlooks inside the trance
a transverse of the crossed distance

When summer surrenders at the eclipse
and the embers of your light ignite
I feel your breathe nearer, closer to thee
where our souls speak and puts the world to rest
lost under the treasures of undiscovered seas

These days I stay at the same point
drenched, lost in the subsidized slide
Searching your heart ohh my love
the whispers burnt out in the cold
together with unsaid words and mysteries
 Apr 2021 Styles
SassyJ
Sounds in the mountains make me believe
that even over a million years none has changed
Borders outlined with visions, mere missions
Disarray of division and revisions of integration
A birth from same strains yet different stains
A thread within that never misses the needle hole
Melded with rules that hold prisoners
Forgone permissions deeper than the oceans we board.......
Reply to Esme Marsh
 Apr 2021 Styles
Inked Quill
Give me one last kiss
On my lifeless and cold lips
Do not mourn my death
 Apr 2021 Styles
Inked Quill
I could’ve woken you
In the morning
And kissed you warm
On your lips
I could’ve hold
Your hands in mine
While strolling
In the morning light
I could’ve kissed you
Under the mistletoe
Crooning the carols right
But I didn’t do any
Just because
I was in love with you
But you weren’t
In love with me
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