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  Feb 2019 dadens
M
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
  Feb 2019 dadens
Nas
Messy hair,
Baggy clothes.
My appearance may be bizarre,
But my thinking glows.

Smudged mascara,
Faded lipstick.
Trying to keep up my tiara,
But I’m a little pessimistic.

Five-inch heels,
Bright red dress.
My attitude is my appeal,
My knowledge is what’ll get you possessed.

Not saying that I’m perfect,
Not saying that I’m the best.
But just be careful,
My success has gotten you oppressed.
  Feb 2019 dadens
Lily
Not all fires start in the kitchen.
Not all love starts with the heart.
Don’t roam around the whole house
Uninvited before you get to know one room,
The most important room, the heart.
Get to know her heart before
You roam her body.
Not all fires start in the kitchen.
Not all love starts with the heart.
dadens Feb 2019
she was the sun
and the moon
simultaneously

when she entered the room
the rays of her smile radiated
and warmed the skin of everyone
in her proximity

she resembled a light summer breeze
that made the curtains dance when
the windows were left open

but she was more dynamic
than a simple ray of sun.

when she exits the room
and is left in the presence of herself
the shadows of her soul shake
like flowers after the first frost

she becomes an earthquake
as she goes to war with her mind

she was the best of the light
and the worst of the darkness

she lives as an eclipse.
© d.a.dens
dadens Feb 2019
between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.
© d.a.dens
  Feb 2019 dadens
Rumi
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?



The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.



I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.



I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.



I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.



If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
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