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If I die before I awake,
my soul shall run for no one to take,
Neither heaven nor hell,
My soul shall simple dwell.
Completing the unfinished tasks of life,
Wandering the world in search of a wife.,
Still in search of a true soul,
Endlessly searching for that heart of gold,
Trying to find my other half,
The burning Phoenix to  my empty heart,
My soul would search for that missing part.
Facing down demons and fears,
Never showing the shed of tears,
Filled with hatred and resentment,
But also happiness and contentment.
Searching for the Phoenix to be her cure,
I would save her before the flames would pour,
The joy inside would keep me alive,
And my will would allow me to strive.
I would search day and night,
Fighting away every last fright.
Finding my matching heart,
What I've been in search of from the start.
I'd capture the Phoenix with my love,
And then together, our hearts would rise above,
To find my second half will is always my goal,
For my body, my heart, and especially my soul
Some things have to happen,
Some days have to be terrible,
Not because you deserve them,
Or want them,
Because those days lead you
to the days that you do deserve,
and you do want,
They teach,
You learn,
And most importantly..
You appreciate.
My words sharpened by my tongue,
Reach out and cut you,
With every intention to tear you apart,
I was cold,
You have frost bite,
I didn't think,
I just took everything you had left,
I was cruel,
I meant every word,
But in my best moments I don't,
Now you're mad,
What did I expect,
Why am I hurt,
When I was the one who caused this,
You just got the receiving end,
You have the right to play victim,
I'm the monster tonight.
We always fight,
It's just what we do,
We aren't the same people,
Sometime we aren't even compatible,
I hate the way you use the toothpaste,
You don't like the music I listen to,
If I had a chance at some perfect guy,
Who did everything like me,
Who always comforted me,
Who's always sweet,
I'd still pick you.
What's the fun in perfect,
That means everything's the same,
You keep me on my toes,
In a way that no one else ever has.
I hate your temper,
You hate mine,
But I love you,
And we'll be alright,
Because at the end of the day,
I'm happy you're mine.
afflicted by my self infliction.
its an unpredicted addiction.
somewhat a condition,
that causes my affliction,
with my addiction,
to self infliction.
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