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A pure heart  
Is patient
And  kind
Not jealous
And boastful  
Or proud
tending to my beautiful garden, growing, glowing, roots showing and hope blooming, tender petals my heart is grooming into something far from
dark and ruined
the others, cracked and crumbling, dry and deserted from thunder rumbling
all I want is to love, to keep loving
knowing love is fearing loss
knowing loss is fearing love
hearing loss is fearing hearing possible
endings nearing
tearing up then gearing up
for demolition I'm only wishing
for undying beautiful things
my mind dutifully sings
and screams and pleads for what my heart needs
good deeds won't protect selfish love,
nor intellect keep my garden intact,
in fact
it may only harden
my heart and pen
pardon my art,
I just intend
to cowardly restart
what must end..
to my garden, I try to tend...
my boyfriend wrote this and let me add in touches here and there. he ever so bravely let me share it with hellopoetry. <3
Fare thee well.
Silence may not be golden
but it is the best teacher I know.
I’m a failure but what the hell.
All the lies I told myself
were a way to buy
a ticket out of my hell.

Fare thee well.
I won’t meet you there,
and I am not coming back from
where the streets cross to black
but please don’t cry because of that.
I was always headed that way,
one foot on the road
and the other in my grave.
Planting my spirit
On a broken highway
with my hands in my pocket
and nothing much left to say.

Fare thee well.
Particles passing in space.
It is time for me to go
thrown out with the rest
of this waste
we called the human race.
I failed to understand the philosophy of life
At times a blunt knife at another lovely wife
At times it cuts in to pieces just mercilessly
But on another it sets a chained prisoner free
For some it is just dream of a lunatic person
For others it is like thirsty under scorching sun
It is heaven when lovely spent under curly hair
Where it has its own charms,graces ,style,flair
At times its hell and takes revenge from victim
Where if one wants to escape does not get brim
For some it is circus for others a mission of lord
For some set of tricks for others verdict of God
Even if life is a reality to screamin a real dream
It carries marvelous ray of hope,a,glowing beam


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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