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to reflect love
a polished mirror

does not polish itself
Three cheers.
For my life.

the lies
the hate
the crime

Three cheers.
For my life.

the loneliness
the fakeness
the tears

Three cheers.
For my life.

the love
the care
*the death
"you are
so beautiful,"
I said, and then wept when
the uncertainty flickered in
her eyes
Another huge wave will hit you
Since my pleas won't spark you
Let your heart show some mercy
One hell of a backlash, awaits you

No tongue can describe the ache
I endured once you slapped back
It was more than arrows sprinkled
Showered, shoved, turned to awake

It still bleeds, if you ever witnessed
I was drowning, you enjoyed popcorns
Watched the fatigue throw me on thorns
You howled at me till my eyes turned red
Redemption - IX

The incidents that hit you straight into your heart creates a revenge against who did it. To wake up and shake off the laziness will guide you to be stronger than any normal mind.
My words sweet as honey
Will leave a bitter taste in your mouth .
Revenge isn't best served cold- it should be sweet with a hint of poison.
When I was very little, my dad used to make up songs about what he was doing around the house.
Getting ready to go fishing, he'd make up a song.
Making lunch; he'd make up a song.
And once, he was making coffee, and I vaguely remember it.
My dad was holding me while he was pouring the coffee into the coffee filter,
The water in the coffee ***.
I remember him looking at me and smiling and then he sang:
"I love coffee," he'd sing and I'd echo with what he'd sing.
"Coffee every day,"
"When I wake in the morning,"
"It gets me on my way."

-J
I love you dad. Even all of your weird embarrassing songs.
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