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 Jul 2017 Goldenbrown
M7I3
Babygirl
 Jul 2017 Goldenbrown
M7I3
Like the bonnie
Hereditary lines you descend from
You are beautiful

Through cumulative generations
Your estrogenic figure seems meliorate
But that's not what I'm here for
You see I'm here for what's beyond the eye
For I know there are shades of blue beyond those onyx eyes

I desire to engage with your soul
And for your soul to engage with mine
Not in the concupiscence sense
We'll talk about that another time

So Babygirl name your time
Name your place
No obstacles are bound to stop Psyches from attachment

For what I dream we'll have can over every,
and surely create plenty

Babygirl...
 Jul 2017 Goldenbrown
Shaxy
Untitled
 Jul 2017 Goldenbrown
Shaxy
Don't bother saving someone who doesn't want to be saved.
 Jul 2017 Goldenbrown
Haruharu
I left my heart of glass in your hands,
trusting you would keep it safe.

You dropped it on purpose.

I'm now picking up the broken pieces,
cutting myself on some.

The best memories have the sharpest edges.

But I'll glue it back into one piece
with my bruised hands.

The cracks will only show how much I once loved.
 Jul 2017 Goldenbrown
Shaxy
In my desperate search for true love;
I lost myself.
This was a huge surprise for me; totally unexpected! Thank you :3
 Jun 2017 Goldenbrown
M7I3
Theres little to be found
Yet lots to be lost
In matters of the heart

I for on one
Have lost plently
Fiddling with love notes
But in the end all I got back
Was Nothing but Confetti

Perhaps I stayed too long
Hoping
Hoping that maybe one day
Maybe one day you'll trully love me

But now i know
Theres little to be found
In your heart

Theres little to be found
Everywhere

Theres little to be found
 Jun 2017 Goldenbrown
M7I3
Anger
 Jun 2017 Goldenbrown
M7I3
This can be defined as a feeling of deep heat within the throat.

A feeling of volcanoes spewing in the stomach and dynamite egnititing through the face.

One cannot simply control anger

It is one untamed beast, ravaging through innocent villages destroying whatever is in it's path.

If anger was a certain organism
It would have melted it self right out of existance of time
It would have never truly existed

Anger does not fickle
It endures it's prey through out it's existance
It is an enigma and resembles the unknown.

Anger is not part of the fight but rather inflicts it
Anger is no origin
No beginning
No end
No creator
No Descriptor
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