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I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.
I’ve now grown and I turned out alright
But one day I came to realize
That this was not a smooth flight
And the scary things that I saw
Is the reason why I held on to my seat so tight
Now here are the few things
That made me hate this horrible, terrible ride
        The fact once you realize
that your parents are sometimes never right.
To see that they are flawed beings, with broken wings and ****** mistakes.
To realize the truths and the smiles they fake,
Growing up to see only the image portrayed- was only for your sake.
They hide the tears and shower us with laughters
They told us joyful stories and happily ever afters,
But just as soon as i grow
Only now that I understand they were telling their own dreams,
        That had slipped right out their fingers
So ask me what’s the saddest part growing up?
To see the hollow sadness from the two people,
who once i thought was happiest.
i never really knew how much things could effect parents, the slightest action i could now see their subtle response- i understand now. Its just the fire in them burning out, only dim enough for them to keep me going- so i don't burn out too.
 Dec 2018 An artist in making
tmh
the scars will f
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The moment I stop writing about you,
The time that I am not longing for you,
The day my heart stops bleeding,
Then I'll just know; God I wish I knew.
I can't stop writing about you
I am still longing for you
My heart can't stop bleeding, pleading
So I can't know, I wish I knew.
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
Crown of grace on his head,
Life on his lips,
The world on his shoulders,
Love in his arms,
Hard work in his hands,
Strength in his legs,
Endurance on his feet.

Mind filled with burdens,
But a heart so kind.
Peace is his breath,
Love,his language.

Empty stomach,
Yet feeding others.
Bleeding,hurting internally.
Yet clothing others' wounds.
THE MAN.
I have a million thoughts but no words to share.
We all have our battles to fight.
Please respect all the battles
I've fought.
We're all suffering. I'm suffering. Maybe you are. Let's respect that.
I’m glad we met.
And honestly, I don’t regret the memories we made.
I don’t regret falling in love with you,
And loving you more than I could love myself.

I don’t regret falling out of love either.
I don’t regret learning to love myself more than I wanted to love you.

That’s a part of love is growing into and out of the things that make you into the person you are yesterday, the person you are today, and the person you are tomorrow.

I don’t regret anything.
Daddy, you are something I longed for, for so long. But I don’t long for you anymore.
I’ve accepted the fact that you just don’t care. And it’s okay.
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