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Eyes pierce through the empty space you occupy. Silent echoes, your vocal renounced by the wind. Standing at the shore of waves and storms, you surrender to the inevitable as the sun rises.
Edited.
I am wounded by questions, as to why I do not honour the beauty of love, but an eagle can not dance in the clouds without its feathers. Shackled by the chains of misery, I find that in love I can not go further.
I'm an iron bent by the hammer of pain. My path is abundant with emptiness, love is yet to lead me astray.

In the rain of my tears I see a rainbow coloured with hope of escaping my fears enlightening my heart as the path to love appears.
I'm horrified by atrocious images that consume my mind. Society is the devil without horns feeding me lies.
When the truth is, paedophiles hide behind the robes of the pope.
Pigs bath in the mud of corruption, assume high positions, incarcerate victims while the streets are flooded with villians.
I'm in a forest of lost souls and weeping spirits, where beauty is another fallen tree.
I realise that heroes are but words and words have become the heroes.
Becareful who you trust, because those you trust have the power to destroy your life
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that   you
are  made  of
s  t   a  r   d  u  s  t
and  water  balloons,
oil  pastels  and  the
collecti­on          of
settled     sugar
at             the
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of      my
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People keep asking me

"Why do you love him?"
"What so great about him?"

And
They always give harsh criticisms

  "He's too old."                                                                                          
  "He's too young."                                                  
      ­                                        "He's too short."                                                   
                                     "He's too tall.".    
                                                                ­                       "He's too fat."                      
                                                                ­                                    "He's too thin."

And
I keep saying

"Do you need a reason to love someone?"

'Cause
To me
When it comes to love
The age, the height, the weight
Is just a number
:)))
sometimes i wonder
if the world i live in
is one i made up in my head
that exists only for me

and if that’s true
i don’t mind
because the world i’ve created
is filled with madness
but the best madness i’ve created for myself
is you
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