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you Can't Stop A War That's Already Begun.
Two Sides Face Down, Stalemate--
They Each Request my Aid,
But i Am Unable To Choose.
you Can't Calm The Tides That Are A Tsunami.
Waves That Crash, Relentless--
Time Is Running Out,
But i Am Unable To Choose.
you Can't Stop A Bullet That's Been Fired.
Small Metal With The Force Of A Hundred Men, Blood lust--
There Is No More Time,
i Must Choose.
And One Must Die.
And then your sleepy gaze finally closed for the night,

On my beating heart, your head full of forever rested and dreamt,

I hummed you Your Song, so you can drift deeper into your paradise,

I gently combed your short hair with my fingers, I felt the prickle on my skin,

My love cannot be contained, it spilled over my slow breath with a giggle,

I hugged you closer to me with my other hand, I'll never let go.


When that sun tickled my eyelids, my cheek was on your heart,

My hair spilling over you, your hands running through it,

I look up at you, squinting, you smile and whisper,

"Don't get up, I want to hold you for a little more."

So I giggle once more, squeeze you tighter, and fall deeper into you,

Into my paradise.
Senses willfully
accepting one's certitude
admits existence.
Timeless resilience
sculpted in opposition
defies submission.
Too much love is ignorance.
It may **** your eyes with tears
once your heart will be shattered,
and you will forget other people
that are willing to love you the most.

Too much love is ignorance.
You may misconstrue the ways of love
for oftentimes, you will be voiceless
once you cage yourself into your lover’s den.
Love has its own voice and it speaks for itself.

Too much love is ignorance.
It may be you have just been blinded
and could no longer determine the fact.
Ignorant in a way that you cannot love
any certain person more than God.
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They said,
Smile to the world
and the world will smile back to you.


So I smiled
But, you didn't smiled back at me.
Poetry
is the chance
to have our muted voices
heard
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