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  Feb 2017 Jamie L Cantore
Cné
When I was a child,
I dreamt I could fly,
When I woke, I tried for a while
As hard a I might, it was a lie!

When I was a child,
I dreamt I could breathe
Under water for a while.
Awake I tried but air I need!

As I grew up, those silly dreams I forgot,
Until one day I jumped out of a plane,
With a parachute, the wind I caught.
Flying like Superman, it was insane!

As I grew up, those silly dreams I thought I forgot,
Until I dove deep down under water,
With scuba gear that I bought.
Swimming like a mermaid was not bother!

Looking back now, I see
Those silly little dreams
Were always a part of me.
Dreams come true, it seems!
True story. When I went skydiving, I was wearing a t-shirt with the Superman emblem on it. I wonder what other dreams I forgot...
What type of love is that which made us separate
Your beauty has taken us just to crossroads of life
From a bosoms friend you made me like a culprit
I can feel the pain of love in my heart like a knife

You **** me and then resort to say sorry to revert
My sweetheart this all will not do any good to me
As far as you are concerned you want me to convert
From just an ordinary stream to extraordinary sea

I am confused and don't know how to cope up love
Because every beat makes me to defeat and to ****
When I have another eye on your innocence my dove
I have left my beloved totally on your sweet will

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
  Feb 2017 Jamie L Cantore
ryn
He toils all day and all year.
He takes each misgiving
and gives them momentary life,
through one lamentable tear...
Before he carries on digging.

He gets his hands *****,
as he digs through soil, earth and sweat.
No end in sight,
or he'd rather not see.
No solace he'd find,
no peace he'd let.

He only sees this expanse of land...
Of which he diligently keeps.
Tales told by dishevelled sand,
covering secrets
which he has been burying deep.

He has made this
his past, present and future.
He'd make sure that each would fit.
Tied to this grounds,
he is the worn-out keeper.
He never tells but he buries hatchets.
adorning night's drape
glittering arrays of stars
sparkling like jewels
  Feb 2017 Jamie L Cantore
Scarlet Rose
Remember me?
I'm the little girl who waited
Patiently
But you didn't come.

Remember me?
I'm the little girl who thought she saw you
Looked
But you didn't come.

Remember me?
I'm the little girl who waited every night
Watching
But you didn't come.

Remember me?
I'm the little girl who grew up
Crying
Because you never came.
The drawing books with The
yellow lined paper
Are just the black stars by pens...

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