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Jonah Long Apr 2016
Everyone's moved on
and I'm still here, forgotten
but never alone
Jonah Long Apr 2016
In my mind I can imagine panacea for my poison.
My bruised and ravaged body crashes up upon the shore.
Sin leaks from all these wounds, and my friends abandon ship
As I float off to forever with deaths kiss upon these lips.
And I never asked for nothing, and that's just what i got
if my pride dies before i do as I fall I might be caught.
I wasted all my days chasing things that can't be seen.
As I come into your presence, now I know what humble means.
I wrote this after reading the Parable of the prodigal son
Jonah Long Apr 2016
Organs play music
Your heart plays a symphony
Full of emotion
Jonah Long Mar 2016
Artists paint with ink and dyes
Others sculpt with clay.
But only a poet paints with words
What never fades away
Jonah Long Mar 2016
This world is corrupt
Children murdered everyday
it's time we end it
Jonah Long Mar 2016
She's as magnificent as the moon,
as bright as the sun.
More beautiful then a thousand stars.
The center of my universe
Jonah Long Mar 2016
looks like an angel
as caring as a mother
I think she's perfect
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