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 Nov 2016
uzzi obinna
Love don't bring me down again,
Love don't bring me down in pain,
Love don't steal my joy this way,
Love don't steal my friends away;

I don't want to play this game,
I don't want to end in shame,
Our dancing floor is dark,
You and i is all it lacks;

Do not take away my breath,
Do not run away just yet,
The sun's burning up our past,
I thought you and i would last;

Come and hold me now- its cold,
My heart's lost its own stronghold,
I bow down my head in disdain,
I don't feel the same again;

My sorrow overflows the banks,
Come and filll this lengthy blanks,
I don't sleep at all at night,
I don't wish for the morning lights;

Love please tell me how i sinned,
I am blown away by wind,
All our loving words in vain,
Now there is nothing left to gain;

Love don't drag me down again,
Love don't make me go insane,
Love don't steal my joy- i pray,
Love i've found a peace my way.
For the broken hearted, find a way
 Nov 2016
Ja
To give up on life
Would be a bereavement
But to live it, to the fullest
Would be, an achievement
WIZDUMBs BY JA 127
 Feb 2016
Vanessa Gatley
I want to
Be
That girl
Who makes u smile
Not cringe
The one who
Helps u focus
 Feb 2016
Vanessa Gatley
My own world
Belongs to 2 different
Places
Where I once was
Where I'm now
 Feb 2016
Vanessa Gatley
I want to use my knuckles
To tear away the pain
That is compressed in
My heart
 Oct 2015
authentic
I hate you for making me hate my favorite restaurant because you work there
Because that's where I met you
I don't go there as often as I used to for fear you will be working
For fear I will have to see you
For fear I will have to talk to you
For fear that if I do I will stumble over my words
Stutter, speak another language, have blood spur from my cheeks due to how much I would be blushing
Vomiting up words of my renounced love for you that lately I have been sick of swallowing
It would be embarrassing to say the least
Your palms would not sweat, chills will not appear on the back of your neck, you will be just fine
I can hardly talk anymore due to the amount of poems stuck in my throat
It is getting hard to swallow
It is getting hard to breath
I have been coughing up letters and syllables, numbers given to me that I forget to call because I don’t remember getting them
I am drinking away this sadness but more often than not I forget my name before I forget yours
I do not know who I am because of you
I am losing touch with every reality that your named is not tattooed on
I am in love with the idea of you loving me
You told me not to string myself along for something that may never happen
You meant this when you said it which was something unusual for you
And I turned the other cheek to seeing your new girlfriend at walmart
Turned the other cheek to her laughing at me
Turned it again when I drove all the way home without a seatbelt on
I find myself wanted to get in a fatal car accident so I am not so tempted to drive by your house
I hit all the green lights on the way their so there must be some viable reason for me going
I see a car in your driveway that I do not recognize I wonder if it is hers
And I know you did not mean to do this
It was not something you planned from the beginning, **** just happens I guess
You are completely unknowing of what you have done
And frankly I don't want to tell you
I wouldn't want to harm your ego
You wouldn't harm anyone
In fact you may be one of the nicest people I have ever met
Something about you switches on a light inside of me, igniting this darkness that I have been residing in
For a brief moment, you reminded me what it felt like to not be so blind to love
I sometimes wish I still were
I see you everywhere I go
You are the voice inside of my head
Every time I meet someone new I cannot help but plater your face on their, smell your cologne, do not let them touch me in the same places you have for fear of smudging the fingerprints
And I know, I know it makes no sense to place valuable pieces of myself into hands that have no grip
Hands that shake, that tremble
Hands that have touches bodies, making no memories of the valleys of their skin, the mountains in their bones
I have learned you cannot teach someone to feel, cannot teach someone to love
Cannot force them to wash their body in all that you are offering them
They have become too accustomed to lukewarm love in between ***** bed sheets, threaded backseats
I find myself wanting to be a bridge worth burning
I hate you for making me hate my favorite restaurant
Because you work there
Because that’s where I met you

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