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Abunde Oct 2020
You
Trying not to remind myself
But my heart is on your magnet
I cannot navigate my thoughts
I'm lost inside you
I cannot see why, I can't find myself without you
I am growing old in this feeling, but I never grow up
I need to let go, but I'm so glued to you
How do I love, if I have forgotten what it feels like
I have burned down all my bridges
now I'm stuck on you
This is a distraction but I'm so loving you
Didn't know what I was missing
Until I finally met you
To my potential new lover
Abunde Sep 2019
Inside the darkest corner of my mind is my heart, an abandoned graveyard filled with empty desire and dead hope. A dark land echoing with silent ghostly screams of souls lost
Darkness came
Abunde Aug 2019
For a long time,
Holding on to wicked love
A cold heart
A place I called home
Shattered and broken down
I have no where to go
Wandering in this ghost town
Looking for a place called home
Abunde Aug 2019
The journey taken

One road leads on to another way
I took the first step on the first day
Two destinies diverged both equally lay
All the way down under deeply unknown
How a path of young love came about
Abunde Oct 2018
Like the ghosts that host by night
To sanctify that which by far ends
Is the change of darkness to ghostly grey
No voice in nature is heard to cry out loud
As the moon begins to close its fading eye
Or to shine too far beyond its shadows edge
Let the night be dark for all that weep the light
As the soul and body bleeds from all the scars
And the reason for tears drop from the stars
As the sky drips tears of rain water like pain
To show its worldly nature and begin
The ancient ritual for man and beats sake
Pain and happiness is what we make it,, fake
As thoughts in darkness and tears ulter our fate
Wipe your eyes stop crying truth is everything is what you make it stop lying architect your happiness put your pain behind you let it push you forward for greater heights ~love
Abunde Oct 2018
Between the sun and moon and far beyond the eyes edge lies a place with no time nor space where everything is peaceful no hours to race and life moves at a steady pace

The birds here sing songs of love that echo from heart to heart a softness that calms the soul and leaves it with no ghoul as beautiful as a dream a beauty that clouds the sea

The skies are rainbow painted alluring everyone to dream in colour the rains are soft and silence dropping on skin to chin like sunflower ointments the wind as free as a cageless bird

The roads are made of gold the streams flow with rivers of living water the rocks as if precious stones the gardens bloom ever green admist a dream with no exist door

A place I once belonged to as king before I over ruled my throne setting ablaze this paradise watching it fade with the smoke then cry for its comfort its warmth it's love once again

My time as king rose and set like the sun lost in darkness I found myself in the shadows of the moon crying for the same heaven I turned to hell this place a girl's heart I broke
Roses red till they die flowers burn hell is pink the breeze came and blew my mind she was sweet she was kind
Abunde Oct 2018
I remember the night you made me stay away from home you kept me in warm inside your heart my perfect home held captive by the bittersweetness of words distilled within me speaking of a life long of treasures your diamond eyes and golden plated heart my silence spoke and left me contemplated deep within my sight your body boils my blood it fumes a lover's passion on my skin and drives my desire of pleasure how could the silence be so loud churning like a war cry it illuminated the room so much that only it was heard my eyes fixed to the perfect artillery within reach but out of touch my mind dancing to the music of sensation what do I do oh little boy afraid to claim his trophy the hour of the night passed him by curling like series of memory the night passes by crossing on his bedroom wall oblivious to his actions he prays the night comes again to fix his best mistake and biggest regret
The silence
The sensation of a lovers passion passed by like the wind the memory of it haunts like a madman trying to catch the air I pray for the night to come back so I could do what I should have done there
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