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There's this green monster
That lives deep inside

People tell me to get rid of it
And believe me, I've tried.

I told him I hate him
But I think I lied

So now he's running rampant
And my hands are tied.
i have a destination.
the destination is a mystery.
i dont know my destiny.
im scared.
what could be?
what could be my destiny?
i have a destination.
what could it be?
you sat there staring at me like i was crazy.
you whispered something in my ear but i was focused on my breathing.
he looked at me with those beautiful eyes.
he looked away.
i grabbed your hand and said look at me!
you looked at me
and whispered can i be your final destination i'll make you happy baby.
i whispered yes.
he looked at me with intense love.
he kissed me passionately.
i kissed him back.
i whispered in his ear and said baby.
you've always secretly been my destiny.
you've always been my destination..
baby i've always secretly loved you.
It's a confusion
Is there?
Is it true?
Sometimes it seems, but
It's just a mistake
Invention in your mind
Waste time on something empty
Empty hope
All in vain
As a matter of fact ...
Just want to feel loved, complete
Something that makes you feel real
A true story
That it isn't all a pretense.
I simply can't
Time doesn't heal all wound.
"The wounds remain,
over time the mind,
protecting its sanity
covers them with scar tissue
and the pain lessens
but it never leaves"*
"...unrequited love does not die
it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides,
curled and wounded.
For some unfortunates,
it turns  bitter  and  mean,
and those who come after
pay the price for the hurt done
by the one who came before.”
2 quotes in one:
Rose Kennedy & Elle Newmark
I stood  alone on a path.
Looking around
the place was dark.
Confused
Quite scared
I kept on walking.
My feet was leading me
at the end of the path.
There was a room
huge and satisfying.
Entering
there were bags of golds.
People
Buildings
Animals
all were beautiful.
No signs of worries.
Seemed every thing was good.
The feeling was pleasant.
As I walked around
I heard noises.
Cries of babies
Moaning
Yells
Growls
and even the beats of a heart.
The other room-
there was another room.
I searched.
Following the noise
it lead me into a room
filled with sufferings
and questions.
People were thirst
of many things.
Observing in the room
I felt sadness.
A tear rolled down
on my cheek
then I woke up.
It was a dream.
Outside, I took a walk.
Observing
Thinking
people around me.
I knew to myself
that it was not just
a dream.
It was reality,
where people
walk on path
and find themselves
either in a room full
of beauties
or
in the other room.

*-Steph Dionisio, July 10, 2015
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