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She's dark, yet
moonlight glows
inside her soft-eyes
& despite her
tragic-aura,
I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her.
When are you coming back?
I know that you are lonely and I think we need to walk.
I keep wasting words about the weather and other small talk.
You gotta promise to keep pulsing just like the April rain.
Your lips are just flesh but they sure cover all the pain.

I walk beside you because you are my best friend.
We can walk through the park, hand in hand.
I'll keep you safe no matter where, until we reach our end.
I promise to love you past the trees,
but there's one thing I don't understand.

I can't see the harm in loving,
despite all that comes.
There were those that left before me,
but I'm not that one.

Your leaving is death,
but I still keep you alive.  
I wait for you, Kori,
and that's how I survive.

They say you never get over it, you just learn to tolerate.
I let cups of coffee stain my lips to remove your taste.  
I don't wanna think less of you; you can't be someone I hate.
I don't want you to disappear or for my love to go to waste.

I could die from anticipation just to **** the wait.
Until I see you again, my dreams will create
a way to visit you in my own personal paradise.
What it would be to hold you again as you shiver from the ice.

I'm not sure if anyone could love you more than I.
But I welcome them to do, or at least to try.
I want you to be loved. I want you to be happy.
I want you to be loved with or without me.

I want you to be loved.
I want you to be loved.
I want you to be loved
with or without me.
Forever haunted by the words you say.
Forever haunted since you've gone away.
The mind is a terrible thing
to waste & I don't
as fluid thoughts of you
drip constantly,
come upon me
like a tidal wave,
they ebb,
then flow again
with you gripping
my melting heart,
not a single moment
is wasted.
Trust me Darling,
it's true.
Instead of teaching religious differences
we must teach love,
for every religion on our entire planet
bonds through acts of love.

It doesn't matter whether you are a
Muslim or Christian
Pagan or Atheist
Agnostic or Buddhist.

Love is paramount and universal.

Without it, we would not be living.
I hear of the struggles.
I hear of the hardships
and the toils.
But what about the good times?
We need them too.
What can a poor man do
but weep for those who have lost
and smile for those whose dreams have come true.
I keep telling myself that someday
I will do great things.
Maybe that someday should be today.
You don't have to go to a bar
to wonder,

*"How can someone be so close,
yet so far?"
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