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 Jun 2014 elizabeth capital
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i am letting you break my heart,
and i hope you are having fun
pulling on the strings,
testing to see when
they will thin
and twist
and snap.
i gave you the power to
create a new world
within me or
burn my familiar
one down
with one swift,
effortless movement.
you are ruthlessly
destructive; clawing
at the blue eyes
that envelop themselves
into your warm embrace
whenever you lay
beside me, your
narrow, long fingers
brushing themselves slowly
up my thigh
until you reach my waist.
you are scratching
at the soft ears
who ever so softly
heard no other element
but that of your beating heart
when they were pressed
so smoothly upon
your chest.
you are consciously
fumbling with the seams
of these bare, desolate
lips, the same ones
that nervously yearn
for even just a glimpse
of yours when
her bones shake,
her nature aches,
her silly grin fades
off of the same lips
that you are
threatening to
destroy; for each
time you lay your finger
against the trigger,
i am tempted to
pull it myself.
you're so toxic for me. i love you.
At end of my show  .  .  .
Angel in the wings appeared,
  .  .  .  True love came to me.
I breathe on the Moon...
A star catches attention.
Is that you, Mother?
Do not feel bad for me.
Do not feel sad for me.
Do not feel mad for me.
I am completely capable of feeling for myself.
For many women that complained.
When they have a good man trying.
I guess they never adjusted to honesty and truth of your words.

If you think you're lonely now.
Just waiting until he's long gone.
And you're all alone.
Wishing and hoping you didn't listen to your friends.
Many never having the touch or love of a man.

And when you sing a woman got to have it.
Many males failed to comprehend you speaking of complimenting her for being around.

Through your struggles.
Through your hurt.
Yes, the poetic one spoke truth.
And each created song of his was living prove.

Many life stories of himself.

Maybe, we never crossed 110th street to see reality of society.
The people that exposes us to others like ourselves.
Seeking comfort.
Seeking help.

And maybe, we should be like those lovers of romance.
When they state that's the way I feel about cha.
When speaking to their lady love.
Then this was Bobby Womack.

Who wrote i'm in love for Wilson Pickett?
And came more known in the beginning as a member of the Valinetinos.
Who crafted hits that became infamous by the Rolling Stones?

To this great poetic.
That many never gave dues too.
We fans salute you.
Rest in peace within the clouds of heaven.
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