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What type of love is that which made us separate
Your beauty has taken us just to crossroads of life
From a bosoms friend you made me like a culprit
I can feel the pain of love in my heart like a knife

You **** me and then resort to say sorry to revert
My sweetheart this all will not do any good to me
As far as you are concerned you want me to convert
From just an ordinary stream to extraordinary sea

I am confused and don't know how to cope up love
Because every beat makes me to defeat and to ****
When I have another eye on your innocence my dove
I have left my beloved totally on your sweet will

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
 Feb 2017
Melissa S
Master Manipulator
Parading around with all his strings
Trying to control
Persuade  
Use her to carry out his way of things
Why does everything always
have to be on his terms
Why does she even listen to  
all his mean and careless words
She is a real person
not just a puppet for his life
Now on to him and his ways
She finally sees the real him and understands
and is why she now carries scissors
in her hand :)
 Feb 2017
Temitope Popoola
Dear baby, your mother is a drunk.
I have tried in every way possible to show your mother what good lies in drinking water
But she prefers to take drinks that can make everyone responsible end up in a gutter
I have also tried to make her understand that both of you are like bread and butter
But safety is a word that makes her blood boil hotter.
Dear baby, your mother is a drunk
The nasty smell I have to put up with is worse than that of a skunk
But to get a chance to feel you move within her, I'd stay with her in a dunk
This is evident with the way I sleep on the top bunk
I have tried severally to tell her that drinking with you inside is wrong
But I honestly can't tell if the love she has for you is strong
As perturbed as I am, please note that I have enough love for you at the long run
Even though I pray for her to get rid of this thorn
Dear baby, I have a little favor to ask of you
Is it possible you pinch your mother a little whenever she takes that slow poison?
Just so she knows what danger she puts herself in
Do not forget to hold on tight if the alcohol ever tries to melt you,
I only hope you will not develop strong affinity for it that you would beg to have your first bottle filled with it.
But in all sincerity baby, your mother is a drunk.
 Feb 2017
Denise huddleston
Why
Why do you Cause me so much pain
Why do I feel so drained

Why do you cause me so much angry energy
Will I ever be plenary

Why are you so mentally abusive
Is it because it causes me to be intrusive

Why do you blame me for all of the mishaps
Is it because you want to bust my kneecaps

When will you be satisfied
Will it be when I become fossilized

Why do you pretend to love me
Is it because I am off key
Written by: Denise Huddleston
Let's thrive on hot pekoe tea tonight , on
a good high with an acoustic guitar
Let's find a bright star , finish the dishes , lets open a jar of wishes and be thankful for where we are
Two porch lovers that discovered one another
in our fifties , the gift of true love thats never ending
Treasuring the start of each day , to find your pretty face
in our quiet , perfect country place
Forevermore* ...
Copyright February 17 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Feb 2017
martin
I was just a lonely boy
And always had I been
The world became a kinder place
When first I met Rosene

She had the most enchanting smile
That I had ever seen
My heart jumped like a salmon's leap
When first I loved Rosene

We lived together many years
That now seem like a dream
Our children grew and then they flew
To tend their pastures green

She fought as hard as she could fight
But fate was cruel and mean
The world became a poorer place
The day we lost Rosene
 Feb 2017
Denise huddleston
As I was growing up
You was always there when I scraped my knee

Even though I burnt the kitchen
Trying to make us something to eat you still loved me so much

remember the surprise salad
You never got mad as you picked out bread ties you was so encouraging

I'll never forget the way you laugh
Always being goofy at the right time you always had that craft

I'll never forget when I was scared of the movie earthquake
You took your time and explained how they made the movie after that I was able to sleep without heartache

Remember that story I wrote about why I loved my dad
It won tickets to worlds of fun you was so proud of me and it wasn't half bad

You always took pictures
Black and white was the best ones I always loved the mixture

I loved going camping
Especially with monkey jamming

We always had fun the best was when you started falling
Your shoes went in two different directions  great wobbling

As I grew up into a teenager
We didn't always see eye to eye you always keep me out of danger

Then I grew up had my own family
I always seemed to swim up the stream

You was always there
No matter where I was you would always pray

Just like Prince said
I never meant to cause you any sorrow, I never meant to cause you any pain

I only wanted you to be proud
Never to be ashamed of me

Thank you for being my dad
I love you forever and always
Written by: Denise Huddleston
 Feb 2017
Gidgette
When we were young,
Before broken by age
We danced our grand pas de deux,
Upon life's stage
Our plie's were graceful
Many grand pas, we danced
And I, never knowing,
A solo I chanced
I thought I'd always,
Be your danseus
I'd hoped for no other ballerina,
You'd have a use
You did glissade
Into my heart
But I see I've danced solo,
From the start
Pas de waltz en tournant, alone
My dance now
Since your grand jete, from my side
This ballerina, will take her bow
And for the final time,
The curtain closes
But for this ballerina,
There are
No roses
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