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B B Jul 2019
When you forgive someone, you give someone
The gift of full access to you
They can hurt you and they’ll know what you’ll do
You’ll shed mercy on what they should have never done
But their mind is set
On getting forgiveness instead of feeling regret  
But forgiveness itself is not disrespected
But an offer of this gift too soon should not be expected
B B Jul 2019
He is a shadow from the trees
And I sleep with the birds and bees
He is the darkness of the moon
And my sunlight scatters in the ruins
I want to be asleep under the stars
But he wants to go to a bar
We are two people and none is better,
But I think I should stop wearing his sweater
We are very different,
Never satisfied.
He finds my taste repugnant,
And about this I have cried.
So much pain in only a few months,
We have different inner selves and different fronts
How long will it take me to cope
With the fact that our relationship has no hope?
I know that he is not the one,
Yet we still coexist with little fun.
B B Jun 2019
We are puppets in this show,
And nobody knows what lies below,
But everyone assumes they know what's above,
There lies the God of creation and love.
But how can I be sure he hasn't fell?
Well only continuing this miserable existence called time will tell
B B Jun 2019
I wish I could quit
Stop getting lit
But nobody else is getting it
What is this addiction?
This addiction I feed into the most,
What is the host that flies coast to coast?
Well this addiction, it is sadness,
Not at all glamorous.
What did you expect?
Why did you care?
Why participate in rhymes that nobody will reply to?
Not even a little there and there.
I am so silly, but my conscience is aware of time.
Everything tics, waiting for me to find out who I really am.
A joke from which everything stems.
I just want to love and be kind.
But it seems others had something else in mind.
If I was brave enough,
I'd show you deep inside my soul,
but then you'd see you are covering a big hole.
Something I barely want uncovered,
But in time it may be discovered.
One of the deepest parts of me.
and one of the darkest, I decree.
A never ending pit that I posses
And how will I get rid of it? I obsess

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