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Love is strong
Its what keeps us a live
Keep us on our feet
Making us believe that one day we'll come across that someone

We as humans desire it
We want nothing more than to drown in love
Its funny how everyone would do the most for attention
But love can also break you down
Leaving you heartless deep in depression

Wondering mind pushed back from everything and everyone around you
Not recognizing yourself lost in the past and not moving forward
Let this be a lesson
Lost and hopeless little girl
Find your way back home
Little girl don't be afraid, mother is waiting with arms opened wide
Don't lose yourself in the crowd
Remember who you are
Father is worried little girl
As time is ticking you further and further away from home.
Listen little girl you need to be careful
Now its time to decide little girl
Are you ready to change and go back home little girl
Your eyes got me lost in a daze
                                what is this sensation inside of me
                     as I feel warmth from your lips against my skin
                         our souls unite slowly catching my breath
                   yes this is it my heart full of lust craving you only
                         let this moment last forever for I am yours
                                               secretly loved
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Poetry is not synonymous for love.
Poetry is not synonymous for pain.
But I can make its words into an adjective
and use it to describe the tightening in my chest when I look at you
or the tightening in my chest
when you look the other way.
Don't wait for the perfect time
That's possibly never going to come
Grab the ****,
Walk out the door,
Seize all the hours of the day
And get that one thing you've been praying for.
Sometimes life is a blinding light. Something or
someone suddenly enters into our world and our whole
life changes. It makes our past distant and often those
that are in it as well.
Very sad
I'll make you a doll of clay;
I'll fire it and paint it for you.
You can love the doll or break it.
Take the doll instead of me,
so if the doll gets broken I'd still be okay.
I live in my own world
Inside of this cruel world
Awaiting the next world

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