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We kissed
Shared the love
The passion
We fell
Into depression
A living hell
So many questions
Feelings of betrayal
No answers
This is a cancer

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mr death's blue eyed girl
night falls and she's in the bathroom
again with a pocket of pills and her will
to live faltering or shivering in the corner*

the vintage radio plays and she's
stuck in the sweltering heat alone
in the kitchen, hero left her the victim
and she's bending silver spoons with her mind

saying she knows what he's thinking
a psychic or an unbearable palm reader
and she's suddenly taking off again
perhaps some other guy will pick that will to live up

with his nimble fingers and lovely wrists
she was the victim, but she's feeling lifted
again into small fragile scopes of life
Art rests inside the vision of creativity
Art comes alive with that interpretation
Art is cultured from craft
Until a masterpiece has evolved

Jl 2016
 Feb 2016 Emily Williams
Kwanele
i built a home in you.
i found happiness in you.
i found life in you.
i found parts of myself
   in you.
i built a home in you,
all by myself
i built a home in you,
with you|your permission.
i love you, to the ends of this earth
i love you.
i love you, to the breaking of me.
i love you, everything.
i love you, everything.
i love you, to the end of myself
                   to the end of you.
i love you, a mistake.
i love you, i would do it all over again
                   without any hesitation.
i love you, everything.
 Feb 2016 Emily Williams
Aris
Him
I want to be your first
I'm just here waiting for your approach
But then I realize, I'm out of your league
You are so perfect! Too bad, I can't be your prince


Her*
You want to be my first?
But why did you left me here so cold?
I've got tired of waiting for you to come and pull me
And then I realize, I'm just the girl that you'll love but never will be your queen
 Feb 2016 Emily Williams
Batool
She was an ordinary girl
walking down the jilted path
questioning the existance
searching for answers
unfolding the mysteries
reading the souls
writing about fears
learning people by heart
guarding her secret
wearing a smile ...
fighting her battles
making them aware of
her ordinary existance !!
I have wasted my life away.
While you looked the other way.
I sat alone and cried, man it was rough.
You made me feel like ****, I wasn't good enough.
I eventually gave up on a happy life.
Screaming for you, while holding a knife.

Because when you lose your drive...
It's hard to stay alive.
Dance for me this one last time,
Tease me naked, sweet pantomime,
Slip-slide your dress but stay your shoes,
Swing-sway your hips, my gorgeous muse.

Wrap round your arms, a prisoner’s chains,
Make me confess and make me strain,  
Offer, tempt me, tease me, sting,
Dance for me and my nomad queen.

Twitter tongues, all kiss no tell,
Secrets, whispers, rumours swell ,
Lies ignite, sparks lust to fire,
Dance for me til death conspires.
When a woman dances for a man...  the ritual hits some evolutionary signal and the watcher become hypnotized. Try it with the one you love or lust. It's primal, stirring, unforgettable.
I look and look
But to no avail
The seasons are changing
And so is your mind
I tried and I tried
For you my loved
But you've betrayed me
Like none of your kind
Promises broken
Lies told
Holding on
Can hurt too
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