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half a page of hurt
and the other half of memories
all these words that i blurt
have you as my nemesis
what was i thinking when i let you in
or was i thinking at all
because since then all i have been
is a mess of flaws and falls
regret i deeply the moment i saw you
hate it when you smiled at me
because i had no clue
that i will be bound even as you let me free
why do i have this pathetic taste in men
since the beginning to the very end
some sing songs for me the others write
some make me feel good the others fight
some are direct as ****
the others simply try their luck
some want to be my forever
the others are happy with whatever
but all along i have  paid a hell lot of price
to be adored and attracted to is a vice
but you know what's even worse

-it's the inability to like someone who loves me and my ability to love someone who doesn't even like me

but one day no man will matter
none will i want to flatter
for i will be too busy making my dreams come true
so there'll be no place for the likes of you
and i will be the woman  who is-
super **** yet classy as hell
risen after everytime she fell
strong and stable
and extremely capable
-a  .s.u.p.e.r.w.o.m.a.n.
who'd never need a superman
Once
You are
Touched by
The light
The love
And the spiritualism
You will never be
The same

Before I begin
If you could read the mind
The intentions and the vibes
And got lost, then found
Without any question
You don't belong here

Mystical, you are
And the rest will be history
Thank you, one and all
All the way
Genre: Observational
Theme: Secret Of The Soul
remember when we were carefree
and nothing used to worry me
the neighbourhood was my kingdom
and the front yard was my palace

we used to play pretend
worlds of magic and fantasy
we made up spells and slayed dragons
but now i’m fighting my mind’s demons

ignorance was b l i s s
when did we become like this?
You
You loved her vividness.
She loved your darkness.
You admired her strength.
She embraced your weakness.
You wiped her tears of happiness.
She mourned your tears of sadness.
And when you saw her flaws,
You suddenly changed.
Dismissing the fact that she first loved your imperfections
Above all your lovable complexions.
"what's your religion?"
he asked.

"love is my religion"
I replied.

"so, where is your church?"

"the earth is my church".
affection is the wooden horse
naïve gates open for,
but sunset comes eventually
and love breaks into war.

- p. winter
Love is unfading
Love is unconditional
Love is worth waiting
Love is like a dove
Frail but beautiful
Love is rare
Love is once in a lifetime
True love is not ***
It's not given to anyone
True love is given to one person
Today true love is rare
Rarer then anything imagianable
This is not a poem
It's an announcement
If you've experienced true love
Don't let it go
Don't be like most people today
If you connect with someone
Don't let them go
Wait for your true love
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