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There are different kinds of love
In life, love can bring peace as doves,
Maybe guidance from above,
There is love parental or familial,
While fur friend love is eternal,
Then there's love between adult humans,
As with each other they hold hands,
Lucky love lasts a life span,
Having friends because we're human,
We can be apart but still together,
See each other through stormy weather,
Yes, I woke up with love on my mind,
Maybe all forms of love are divine!
Feedback welcome.
It is like I have been thrown into a washing machine and put into an endless cycle
You sing me beauty but feed me poison
I yearn to hear your voice but am tormented by your actions
You push me just enough so I don't fall, and leave me on a cliff hanger
Maybe it's because a straight line doesn't give me a heartbeat.
 May 2016 Jacob Cuadro
Lark Train
There are 1.5 million of them.
Words, that is, in English.

Only three matter:
I is a pronoun.
Love, a verb.
And you is more important
Than all the rest.

One for every five-hundred-thousand,
But you is one in a trillion.
 May 2016 Jacob Cuadro
timothy
You will never know what true freedom is,
Till you have been caged by your own consciousness.
Freedom is precious. Don't let it go.
Everywhere you stand and everything you touch, hear or smell carries a certain memory to it. If you distance yourself from those things it will be easier to forget the bad that came with them. It is the only way something fades if it is no longer present with you.
I used to be really bitter about something months ago until I just stopped doing what brought back certain memories.
The truth sets you free
But lies keep you on your toes
If you choose to hold onto the past, the only  issue is you! The situation is already done and over with. Time eventually moves forward and whatever it is holding you back is no longer the cause of pain, it's you choosing to still be in pain.
 May 2016 Jacob Cuadro
m i a
i don't think i've ever felt this way about someone before,
you always seem to sneak into my thoughts at around four,
you always seem to make my inner core, burst with fire
because of my lovely desire
for you,
and only you
even when i'm the bluest of blues,
you have no clue,
how happy you make me,
with a simple 'how are you?'
darling i can't help myself,
falling for you,
but please tell me one thing,
*am i in love with you, or the feeling?
i honestly don't know what love feels like. so am i in love with you, or the feeling of being in love with you?
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