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Leon Hart Feb 2013
As I lay in the cold New York night
shivering, in hate
fist clenched, in anger
kicked off my thrown
Forever left to wallow alone

Those who watched as i fell
were overjoyed,
Curse those who filled my heart
with a flaming void!

No one stole time
to understand,
Their draconian words
I could not withstand,
    specially
those whom, since grasped my first air
poised by me,
those who lessoned me to be fair
    tossed me deeper into the void,
like i was left locked out
and no one handed me the key
Leon Hart Feb 2013
This is for you-
                 beautiful,
                 understanding,
                 kind of heart,
                 quick witted ,
Where are you?
    this beating drum has been drumming since,
           hair first grew
                                  in place i did not knew hair could grow,
or are your eyes only for
     him; who hides behind a six foot tall juiced frame
                                big blues
                                      and spaghetti like blonde hair
I've been waiting for you to observe what you see,
because heaven and hell knows you see
           but are incapable of observing

oh dear you, don't cry
even though he left you
                beaten, and damaged
                broken, and shattered
                lost, and bewildered
i will hold you, catch you
    even,
            when you fall
i will seize it all,
from the bruises,
                scars,
                and contorted memories
i will hold you
          and,mold you
to your **former glory

— The End —