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 Sep 2016 John Rameu
kiera
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 Sep 2016 John Rameu
kiera
this world tells us to go to the bedroom
but i want to follow you to the park
i cannot see your face ahead of me
but your eyes are my two round worlds
and i know they are sparkling
you reach back for my hand
and pull me into you
sharing warmth between clothes
and as the sun kisses us goodbye
our lips take its place

i think you wanted the same things as me
we grow up being told that *** is the end goal, that it is everything we should strive for...i'm not sure if that's how i feel. i'm just trying to figure things out
I feel like I am deaf in the heart
As other's Lips Move. I hear a statement.
But it wasn't what   I thought.
I was mislead by beautiful words yet actions broke me.
My windows are all becoming broken and *****...
My home has no clear views, now.
I've become blind. I have fallen and cannot see.
I am a scared heart. I have been seen one way. I know I'm another.
Now, I am stamped permanently, now, even though we were once close to one another.
Now, we are no longer sister and brother.
A broken beat and muffled speaker. Laughs from others
As what I give is never good enough.
I smile as I laugh, now.
I rise up in the fire.
I can bear the smoke.
I am strong and tough...
In my mind, I have had enough. However, my heart beats even harder and brighter.
I love this feeling.
Like smoking a blunt as you light it with a lighter.
I know what my true definition, deep down inside this dictionary people seem to read.
Look up loyal. There is my photo.
So speak down or speak up my music and writing lives on.
So, if you don't like what you see or what you hear, move on.
For I'm unkillable . walk on other's backs. This one is not looking to you based upon...
Now I'm seeing clearer and not believing the sign language.
I'm doing great...I'm here.
Either see the real me or read another lie.
For this man refuses to lie down and cry.
i do not wait for the alarm,

just the red bar on my gauge.



it is a quiet village, a name

i can’t pronounce. so i stopped

for fuel.



how nice, an attendant, probably

owner/mechanic came, took my

keys and did it all for me.



whilst chatting about the day, how

the nights draw in, and i felt cosy.



a softer voice than some, his clothes

hard working.



i asked for twenty quid’s worth

to see me home, and a chomp

at 25p.



i shall stop there next time.



comfortable.



sbm.
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