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Poetry
is the best passion
There we find
words of creation
friends for motivation
flowers of imagination
partners for love & emotion
Sources to get rid of desperation
Only missing is the feeling
everything physically
That has been left over to
Our self realization
no word
no phrase

can conquer
the depth

of this
You're my favorite kind of thief,
stealing my heart,
but letting me be.
"I love you"
Only fell from your lips
When you were intoxicated
So I slipped a bit of *****
In your drink every night
Pretending it was me
You were drunk on
Please love me
Most of the time she could carry
The world on her shoulders,
With a smile on her face.
Then there was that one day where
She was battling demons.
Fighting storms trying to keep everything together.
But she always came out the other side
Stronger than before.
#most #time #always #other
#storm
The rain is broken
it no longer works
no longer lulls me a bye
to sleep
it beats out a new rhythm
one that has me tossing
turning
not sleeping
instead
it beats your name out
to me
relentlessly
reminding me
how I ache for you
as if I'd forget
you are in me now
living in me
in my breaths
in my heartbeats
inescapable
as the rain beats on
I hear you whisper my name

J.C. honey-tiger 22/08/2019. 5.55am
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