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 Dec 2015 Anwar Francis
nivek
Sometimes to just be is more than enough,
its everything.
So much for being friends.
I really thought our history
Could make us see
Through our differences.
But in the end
Discourse was too severe
Written in the strife ridden time that comes with trying to fixed strained friendships.
A mouth, simply tired
It requires much too much
To open or to produce sound
Let me remain silent
It is the best cure for this
To think rather than react
And to listen rather than spew
Ideas, words, letters, balderdash
For that is all we have ever been
A slapdash mixture to survive
Never to enjoy or to savor
One morning
you'll wake up
and your skin will feel soft
your hair will fall perfectly
and you won't miss
him.
When we're young we think our parents are heroes , kings , queens , everything they pretend to be just to put a smile on our faces

And then we grow up

We see the truth beneath everything and we though they were magical , perfect-

We grow up , we learn that they are just human , humans who make mistakes and are fragile and breakable. They are the very meaning of human.
 Dec 2015 Anwar Francis
Onoma
People may not
realize that, now
and forever are
synonymous.
Here to there has
taken the same
vow.
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