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  Dec 2015 cynthia pacheco
Noah Ducane
Faith will empty you

Strange, but true

And love I never knew

Still my love grew



When you were held in my dying breath

And angels I thought came down

Nothing feels quite like death

But you in your pity would drown



And feeling sick of mice and men

You took me and said, "but then again",

We talked, but that didn't matter until the kiss

You struck me, and never missed



Faith will empty you

Strange, but true

And love I never knew

Still my love grew and grew
You can't just love and unlove anything.
No matter how mad, sad,
Annoyed, or irritated you are.

It's either you always have,
Or you never did.
You don't actually learn how to love anything.

It's like hearing a song for the first time,
Knowing it'd be your favorite one
- Right away. That, is the feeling.
cynthia pacheco Dec 2015
Their words cut deeper then a knife, her fear is you won't be by her side, she loved you,  but she feared the pain,. But He saved her , he saved her with his wisdom,  he saved her with his love,  he saved her with his affection and he gave her all his love but,  sadly that wasn't enough,  she cried all the time and she had wished she died,  people bulled her and called her names,  it was so sad and they thought it was a game,  but they pushed her to the edge she wished she could of flew of the ledge,  but her guardian angel came to save the day,  he reminded her of all the times they had together,  and how he will die without her so he changed her mind and made her feel loved and now she is safe with no worrys.
cynthia pacheco Dec 2015
I got haters left and right almost everyday somebody wanna fight. I'ts funny how people change, cuz one day they with you the next day they someone else's mans. Ya *****'s madd petty if I wanted ya mans i'll have em cuz it's  just that simple i ain't even got to try ****** already gunna ride
or die ya *****'s stupid you think you low but ya mand already know you be ******* on da low you
Thick tarry black matter
Clogs my neurones
Blocking the flow

Fragments of metal
Infiltrate my joints
And prevent me
From dancing

Desperate thoughts rise
Surfacing like weighty angels
Shouting
Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!

I never knew
That it could be so difficult

I never expected
To experience days like this

And yet

There has been joy

Companionship

Laughter
Closeness

Sunlight
And

Music
Of such purity

Only devils
Would try to disrupt

Days like these
Written 9th December 2015
  Dec 2015 cynthia pacheco
katie
This rain is torrential,
an endless purge
from Heaven,
no warning of its coming,
no clouds breaking
over the horizon
it is sudden & we are
no longer people,
  but fish swimming
in a vast ocean.
We wonder what we did
  to deserve this
as roads twist into rivers  
& we sink to our knees
  praying for it to ease.
Days pass then weeks,
  money floats along streams
& we shed clothes & phones,
  forgetting we were once
professionals with important
roles, in this fishbowl
we glimpse each others soul.
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