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keep me in the
pocket of your jacket

love me in the
corner of your heart

dream of me in mantis shrimp
colouration.
think of me when doth
shatter thine heart.

if i could be
what i would need
myself I lose;
myself I dream
I spy with my life's eye
a hidden lense out of the coroner's eye
from birth to a blade
love or hate on a single-stage,
one made the cut the other died.
Life of the coroner
Sounds, good?
Sounds good simply saying it.
Then, try laws of manipulation to control it.
Because it doesn't fit your narrative.

Laws, written by men to control women are still in play.
Like scriptures used and twisted to fit a certain perspective.

Sounds, good saying it.
Until tested.

So ask yourself this?
Is this world the same as in the beginning of Genisis?
Or have each generation we seen change?

Check yourself?
And ask yourself?
Is the land of the free?
Really free?
"Come to me," he said one night,
and I will make your world alright;
"I will fill your heart with love,
my precious, little, snow white Dove."
~
I will calm your weary soul,
never will you feel alone;
Protect you from all types of harm,
wrap you in my arms of warmth.
~
Cuddle you when you're afraid,
give you what you've always craved;
Dry the many tears you've cried,
give you comfort, give you pride.
~
I will do all this for you,
because my dear, I love you true;
And if you should e'er need a friend,
on me you can always depend.
I’m just tired. Tired of being broken. Tired of being forgotten. Tired of being used. Tired of feeling lost. TIred of being nothing. Tired of fighting myself to eat. Tired of feeling empty. Tired of feeling alone. Tired of Tired of doing everything for everyone; But getting nothing in return. Tired of being pulled back into this dark place. I’m just tired. Tired of crying.. Tired of breathing.. I’m just so tired..
Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do
In life we must face the fire,
Smoke and wood burning ever brighter,
Though pain and suffering we live,
It all looks back at what we did.
you’ve stolen so much of my soul,
i’m still trying to remember who i was
I'm a white rose,
with a black shadow.
I'm the moon,
with a black mark.
I'm the poetry,
with all painful words.
I'm the sky full of scars,
My heart is filled with love,
While my mind is haunting me,
My soul is Galaxy which feels empty in space.
This poem has published in a book, "Bloom"
On Nov.5th,2018 ❤️
hey you
we haven't really talked
in a while
which is funny because
i've memorized every inch of your profile
the softness of your deep eyes
that you hate so much
that i sometimes hate too
lately i just feel so far away from you
pull and tug
tug and pull
why won't you just let me
make your heart full?

on and off as we are, you're the only one i'll ever want. stupid loyal for you bby.
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